HillFort

Timber built sanctums

On ramparts banked high,

Gathered within protective precincts

The world beyond.

Safety forged their future;

An impart from our past.

Horcum

The arrogates of those desolate nabs

Raised palisades carved

From stone summit

To timber and root, they sheltered

Their ancient forged memory

 

Amongst notched earthworks

Fire - a spark in the dark  

Hewn and cut the dread rock edge

Upon those crags and embankments

Phantom precincts housed our ancestors.