Wolds Way

It says:

We have rippled the earth with our desire to be
here not there. We have driven the dale's wedge of hush home
between us. But you move, as we moved, in the ghost of water:
a hare rips away from the dead, thuds
down the dyke and out into everywhere the grasses foam.

John Wedgwood Clarke, a Scarborough poet

Wolds Way Public Art