The Hill Fort Poem by Margaret O Driscoll

A circular fort on the brow of a hill
I walk back in time as I go in
Moss covers the exterior ditch
Ancient beeches flourish within
A broad moat to cross
Then a steep bank to climb
Wood sorrel, fallen leaves
Fly Agaric, slug slime
A large enclosure
I can't wait to explore
Amethyst deceivers
All around the fort floor
Above briars and ferns
On that fine Autumn day
To the south there's a clear view
Of Rosscarbery Bay
Bilberry bushes
On the ditches all around
Puffball spores
Rise from the ground
I imagine the scene there
Centuries past
In that secure hill fort
That was built to last