Pathways by W. Palmer Stephenson
Times of molehills and warmth
And alternate images
Of morning and sunset
Across the Villages;
Traces of cattle amongst some nettles,
Discarded boots and campers’ kettles
Through undulating ancient places
Long disused by former races
Before the draining of the marsh.
No one knows who came here first,
Whose Ley lines mark this Parish church,
Attendant earthworks seem connected
By a march of stars,
We have suspected
A fifth dimension,
Affirming this is our intention.
Pathways was given to me handwritten by William Palmer Stephenson of Bilton. It was inserted in a book of poems of his that was published in 1974. We are pleased to publish this new poem for the first time.
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