The Hill Fort (Y Gaer)

The Hill Fort
(Y Gaer)

On a clear day he'd bring him here,
his young son, charging the hill
as wild as the long-maned ponies

who'd watch a moment
before dropping their heads to graze again.
When he finally got him still

he'd crouch so their eyes were level,
one hand at the small of his back
the other tracing the horizon,

pointing out all the places lived in
by the fathers and sons before them:
Tretower, Raglan, Bredwardine...

And what he meant by this but never said, was
'Look. Look over this land and see how long
the line is before you - how in these generations

we're no more than scattered grains;
that from here in this view, 9, 19 or 90 years
are much the same;

that it isn't the number of steps
that will matter,
but the depth of their impression.'

And that's why he's come back again,
to tip these ashes onto the tongue of the wind
and watch them spindrift into the night.

Not just to make the circle complete,
to heal or mend,
but because he knows these walls,

sunk however low,
still hold him in as well as out:
protect as much as they defend.


from Skirrid Hill (Seren, 2005), copyright © Owen Sheers 2000, used by permission of the author

Recordings

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1Feeling the Catch

2Old Horse, New Tricks

3Unfinished Business

4Lambing

5Harvest

6Not Yet My Mother

7My Grandfather's Garden

8World Maps

9Night Bus

10The Wedding

11May Ball

12Mametz Wood

13The Farrier

14Inheritance

15Marking Time

16Keyways

17Border Country

18Trees

19Late Spring

20Swallows

21On Going

22Y Gaer (The Hill Fort)

23The Hill Fort (Y Gaer)

24Song

25Liable to Floods

26Under the Superstition Mountains

27Service

28The Wake

29The Light Fell

Books by Owen Sheers