Death and Rebirth, a little background for my Dragon poem

It is years now since Gill died. This photo was taken from our last outing as a family. Gill wanted to beat down the chalk for a hundred more years.

I gather they need to do it much more often than that now.

Anyway, Gill felt a wish to leave her mark on the landscape.

In my poem I imagine Gill transforming into a dragon at the moment of death. There she is in the sky heading westwards towards Glastonbury where I saw her last in my dreams.

 You cannot see the whole dragon on the hill, though this morning I suddenly realized that you would be able to see it all if you climbed on a platform just a few feet high just above the head

 Fresh chalk set down for banging into the trenches

Ban Bang Bang

What kind of horse has things like this? A dragon, however...

Careful with that eye surgery. She only has one.

with a ladder and a post or two to lean it on you could see it all from here, I believe.

Dragon shanks?

Now why do you think they call it Dragon Hill?

                                                                                

I think it may be a dropping...Sacrilege!

Ready to bang it down?

 From the side of Dragon Hill                             

a stunning array of dragons in full cry

Looking North West

and North East

How lucky to see the dragon cavalry in array.

Frazzled

Needs more chalk

the grass grows under your hide

                                                             

Roar

Down dale or vale

 

Bye Gilli