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DAN BELTON ~ POETRY | ||||||||
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WHITE HAWK CAMP Saddlebacked, A scoop of spoon From the early Sussex Down, White Hawk Camp, Walls built up and now Land-filled in Barely a hump raised above the ground. Sea to the South, Our town lies East And chalk scrub and Roman Sycamore grown, No reason, no guide yet tells me The why of White Hawk Walls surround. Little flora, little fauna, All fertile flows with the old river ~ South bound. Yet White Hawk Camp, Built with earth, furrowed with antler, Dug by stone, Sermons, surmounts Brighton, giddy from the downs. If not incursion, what awed excursion Inspired this raising of the grounds? Think of the moon, aye, or sun Shining midnight, midday On this triple horseshoe found ~ Gleaming chalk, An ecstatic walk, Did those pre-souls pilgramage Up to dig in White Hawk Camp As i pondering Now stride down? Dan Bellton '04 |