Out On The Moor
A poem about being on the wild open moor where Nature thrives
Out on the moor,
Where the grasses grow in waves,
Oscillating in the cool breeze,
Rustling gently, spreading their seeds,
Under the light of the sun's rays.
Out on the moor,
Where the land stretches on,
As far as the eye can see for miles,
Over distant hills and valleys,
Through wooded thickets and green fields.
Out on the moor,
Where the eye travels far,
Though mists and rising wood smoke,
Farming scenes and village folk,
Gently living on the land.
Out on the moor,
Where trees bend and breezes swirl,
Where nature naturally unfurls,
Free as the birds,
As they soar and glide, and dip and twirl.
by Sue Cartwright
Spiral Leaf
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