A footstep soars the doggerned land,
chased retreating ice and snow.
Let us,
breathing high and dry,
lance in the scarp of flow.
The seeds of Albion,
windblown free,
scattered to the moors.
Our herdman beneath the soggy deep,
the west outer oats will grow.
On across the doggerned land,
on across before the tides,
across the boar and elk and wolves,
take the highlands near and wide.
Strike with rock and flint and bone,
follow trail and hoof.
Onwards to another place,
a place to raise a roof,
and these four walls to shelter us
upon this blessed lot.
This surface realm,
a sinking glen and island alone,
aloof.
On across
the doggerned land,
on across before the tides,
across the boar and elk and wolves,
take the highlands near and wide.
Back across the doggerned land,
Costa Vila overkill.
Warm farmhouses in Tuscany,
challenged winter's will.
We pension above geriatric,
sun-creased,
wrinkly slug.
For this surface realm,
a sinking glen and a burial ground to fill.
On across the doggerned land,
on across before the tides,
across with luggage,
kids and sunscreen,
melted mortgage,
dreams that died.
All across the doggerned land,
all across before the tides,
across with boar and elk and wolves,
take the highlands near and wide.