On consideration of ghosts -By Cerys Wood

Walking alone, like those who walked before

Over bracken, heather and stone

Ancient Dark Peaks

Rising over ancient caves below

Hollows in Gritstone left by phantom steps

Feet like mine pacing

Through the ages

Heroines and Poets

Their reveries tripping like ghosts through time

Brought to my ears

On the cold wind

And I no longer walk alone