Created by potrace 1.14, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017

A Lovesome Poem

  • Hare

    We were thrilled to receive this fantastic poem written by one of our guests “Avril Newey”.

    Many thanks Avril, we look forward to seeing you and Peter again soon.  Don’t worry Peter – there’ll be a delicious Lovesome Hill Farm breakfast waiting for you when you return.



    The Golden Hare

    On Lovesome hill there is a golden hare,
    we came across him one warm summer’s dusk
    huge, motionless. Upon the rising track
    the last sun threading through his startling fur
    when, gazing east towards the Hambletons,
    he waited steadfast for the rising moon
    as all his kind were wont a myriad years,
    prompted by patterns and that natural law
    that calls the birds and leaps the salmon home.

    Waiting with such intent he was unmoved
    by both our presence and our quiet respect
    until we stepped, to prove he was no fox
    and then one glance, the glistening of an eye
    a see-saw lope into the field of corn,
    leaving us silent in a hush of dream
    tumbling with thoughts of magic, ancient craft
    and humbled in a land so cruelly scarred
    that yet still gifts her such wondrous joys.

    by: Avril Newey