Goonzion downs

on this strange ground

I feel the generations before

what are these mounds and dips?

concealing lives from centuries of old?

lonely piece of moor

today cows with horses graze

I imagine people working here

from days of long ago

Romano-British castle, Bronze age
nearby Berry Tor 5500 years ago,
 densely populated hut circles

on these exposed, weather beaten downs

these long gone peoples

their presence felt today

undulating surface, this gruffy ground

layer upon layer, lives lived, expired, gone

this land was happened on by chance

accidental, unplanned, transient passing

isolated moorland powerful this feeling

captivates my soul

I felt this as never before

of history within the land beneath my feet

people were, now present,

will come tomorrow and tomorrow

Goonzion downs, now special in my heart