the land takes the people
they play on ancient instruments
of string and horn and hide
they connect to nature sounds
of water, wind, and fire
in rivers, forests, burial mounds
they spell their names with runes
they wear antlers on their heads
submerged in streams they’re part of nature
it feeds them in their dreams
primal folk spirit
connecting nature and tradition
their blood is in the soil
and soil is in their blood
their blood is in the soil
the soil is in their blood
the prehistoric music that they
play on dead wild animals
elemental sounds
brought to streams
woodland and earthworks
ancient nomenclature
animal horn helmetted
watercourse close to nature
sleep in nature
dreams of nature
primal percussive tradition
spirit folk soil blood
rural tradition, pure healthy soil
violent and beautiful nature
in the beech forest
the hill speaks to her
uncivilised writing
of the vanished land
of forefathers
and its return
Earth, nature, animal
trees and mountains
organic farming, living space
autochthonous zones
pure organic soil
uncivilised landscapes
vanished forefathers
ground writing
vegetation, geology
fork foot hand soil
land to be worked
soil to be trod
in ordure and decay lives poetry
landscape fertility
and nationality
soil blood health humus and England
the rocks speak a different language
limestone and chalk
walls and houses grow out of the ground
soil trod soil work soil blood
fertile and national
humus and English
limestone chalk
dream of the village
grown from earth
roll across the wold
confusion of ground and land and country and nation
landscape names
a not belonging
it’s not a theology
of the wild
with wondrous evocations
of spiritual nature
or enchantment of
golden moments
of primordial light and energy
no-one belongs
no spirits here
no wild enchanted
golden energy
why is the land protected
and who decides
who can or cannot be in this place
and what can or cannot they do
there are no insiders
there are no outsiders
no outsiders to place
there is no truth in land
no blood in the soil
it is all thrown together
never was ever planned
come out of land
they are imposed upon it
who makes the myths?
and to what end?
let the land take the people
inside outside
no grounded truth
no myths no genius in the locus
no spirit in the place
to paint, plant, or design
myths emplaced
no genius
humus and English
dreaming nature
prehistorical musical
uncivilised landscapes
ungrounded truth
no-one belongs
what authority resides
soil trod soil work soil blood
played on dead animals
pure organic soil
elemental sounds
ground writing
vanished forefathers
brought to streams
woodland and earthworks
vegetation, geology
ancient nomenclature
dream of village
animal horn helmetted
grown from earth
fertile and national
limestone chalk
no spirits here
no golden energy
myths emplaced
inside outside
the watercourse nature
enchanted spirit
sleep nature
primal percussion tradition
spirit folk soil blood
roll across the wold