<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=562199" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lord of the hill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scaraveen, <br>Changing weather<br>That is the best description of Irish weather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Momentary sunshine drew me out<br>From carefully constructed artificiality<br>I stumbled as a new born<br>Into fields of pleasant green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet even here the steady encroachment of man<br>The lack of beauty a stark contrast<br>To the natural court<br>Magpie's the guardians of the gate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mocked my passage a warning cry! <br>Here comes man the defiler<br>I am humbled and stunned when <br>I accidentally stumbled onto your court.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nature scoffs at my presence, <br>A sudden downpour soaks<br>Me the chill piercing to the bone<br>Languidly you arch your neck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Artificial firefly sprites<br>Dance in morning rain, <br>As you stand in splendour flanked by<br>Equine court, here man is the intruder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the intruder whilst you stand <br>Prepared to pass judgement<br>Around us the rest of your uncanny court<br>Slowly stretches wonders what will be my<br>Fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You approach me face to face, <br>A snuffling snort you approve, <br>Rubbing your head against <br>My chest I am accepted, <br>Allowed to pass unmolested.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only when I have passed<br>Do I release the breath<br>I have held.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Late night sleep is shattered<br>By 3 o'clock Equine shadows<br>On a moonlit night, <br>Your court revels in the wild hunt<br>Behind man's domicile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Braying with laughter <br>You lead the constabulary<br>On merry chases, <br>Ghostlit night the <br>Lord's of the hill<br>Triumphant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amos+Greig">Amos Greig</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=562199" data-title="Lord of the hill de Amos Greig" data-description="Scaraveen, Changing weather That is the best description of Irish weather. Momentary sunshine drew me out From carefully constructed artificiality I stumbled as a new born Into fields of pleasant green. Yet even here the steady encroachment of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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