Grit

In the rain
The gritstone glittered
Like hope in mire,
Like tiny cities. It had

All the things
I need for living:
Grey and bleak,
A chance to give in,

Pause the world
And smash the clock.
All this in berg-carved
Flaky rock.

Morn

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Bilberry and heather grow amongst the gritstone blocks of this old wall on Hingcliff Common near a little stream called Ratten Gutter on the moor at Langsett.

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