Cave entrance looms ahead expanding broad and high like a lion's roar that rolls continuous like thunder blowing in the wind and dwindling as day diminishes.... twilight enclosing- the beauty of half-light colour shrouding over to dark blanket nightfall.
Stoney landscape mirrors sky in greyness- the likeness of cloud overcoming blue azure seeking refuge over land- the wasteground of stone age life and ways forgotten.
Scattered flint falls like dust- erosion changes mineral force transforming cave inside- fire consumes air regenerating earth- rivers rise and onward flow.... as vanishing dreams that live and grow in ages new to come.
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers