I want to be in the wild places,
\nwhere stone walls edge a line in time.
\nGaps in the stones hold a coded message,
\nwe will know, but never work out.
\nI want to be in the wild places,
\nthe endless heather wastes,
\nwhere bitter winds carve circles of bracken,
\neach a new ambiguity.
\nI want to be in the wild places,
\nin the sheltering vale, or rotting woods,
\nholding tales of the past, we are not party to.
\nI want to be in the wild places,
\nwhere rain persists for days,
\nand the safety of the car remain a distant illusion,
\nthe way back etched in memories
\nI want to be in the wild places,
\non the leeside of rocks,
\nunder sheltering overhang,
\nholding fast to a granite reality.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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