Reflections of Crag House
The following poem, written at Crag House, best sums up the magical qualities of this special place.
DAWN ON THE CRAG
Gently the white scarves of mist
rise from the bed of the river,
No shiver
of wind as the warmth draws them slowly up.
Here on the crag
we are drenched in blazing light
and looking down upon a silver lake
so lovely that for its perfect, transient sake
I say
let me not die
this morning, let me lie
awhile, silver below and sun above my head.
this is the full cup
of innocence enjoyed, before the day
strides forth to scatter all
in a new pattern of enchantment -
until the quiet call
of re-possessing night
draws down the scarves of mist
again to their remembered river bed.
View from the Guest bedroom windows at Crag House, an 88 acre farm near Hexham in Northumberland.
View from the Guest bedroom windows
Guest Bedroom at Crag House
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