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 explored and found a leyline running through
And as expected twenty three paces true
Running from North to South across the face
Sacred place in ancient times and full of grace


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