at the maze of tumbled rock found
sad, lonely, lost beneath the sweep
of beaten bracken paths. Summer
brings bright silence with each new dawn.
The shadow of Hound Tor retreats
revealing a hamlet, not mourned,
resting in natures verdant shroud.
Man forgotten, sheep and goats graze,
skylarks spar with zephyrs over
wild flowers, wild herbs, wildlife. A place
of plague, abandoned, lost in thyme.