Autumn Equinox 2014
Hob Hurst's House now stands there proud On Beeley Moor so high, far from the crowd For three thousand years hidden from view This rectangular barrow has secrets anew The name comes from a hobgoblin who In folklore did frequent this house too Amongst the other cairns on this moor A tidy creature who would clean the floor Human bones were found inside In the nineteenth century in this hide A burial place so grand and serene Such a resting place pastures green High on the moorviews all around me No one else, as far as the eye could see Cars in the distance, a humming sound Romantic and scarey yet so profound How strange and lonely is this place Barren now mostly at such a slow pace Before mankind had cities abound Groups of people interspersed around. I explor...