Wedgwood Poem by peter rodenby

Blue sky, blue clouds, blue morning
The sun and snow
Silent slipping sleet
Foot prints dissolve
Through pathways gone
Seldom seen
Rabbits run
A stunted tree
All about quietness
Silent scene.

A white hill top, a house rebuilt
A home reborn to incomers
No dale folk will return.

Tracks in snow
Foot prints of life
Tide of time turns twofold

A dark ribbon of river
Running through white obscurity.


Legacy of Land lords
Lords of all
Managers of execution
Betray the natural way.


Where has the deer gone?
Where are badger, otter, and fox?

Across the field, track in snow
Prints of frozen feet
Wandering where?
A leap over shrouded stone wall
Then gone, ghosts gone
Only sounds of guns
Howling hounds, hunters
Hate and haste.
Worst winter since when?