Kingley ValeSteve Wragge-Morley
I hear the songs of ancient man
So clearly in this place:
A woman sings a lullably
To sleep her teething child.
Such purity of purpose
Still calms us by and by.
Unseen, her man is smiling as he works;
No better sound can be found
Than the young mother singing,
And all around harsh men sigh
With the joy that she is bringing.
The hills are deep that stand so high
With memories asleep and the shepherd’s cry,
The yew trees dark in Kingley Vale,
Long centuries mark the silent tale.
(Kingley Vale is by the South Downs in Sussex, England.)
This poem is taken from ‘A Company of Strangers’ by Stephen Morley.