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Wild Rugged Misty Moor

Collecting vistas from the wild untameable misty moor Rugged and timeless for the eyes to adore Spiralling hills and sweeping green vales Plagued by harsh wind rain and hail Bubbling brook and silver ribboned streams flow Where the purple carpets of heather grow. Moss covered old drystone walls baron trees from which the crow shouts out it's raucous calls A patchwork quilt of varying greens and tawny browns Where sheep majestically graze with their woolly down. A rustic stone cottage long abandoned and run down graces a hill Where the wind blows through the windows with a haunting howl and biting chill. A place where many an artist and poet have been drawn to and inspired Their hearts at one with nature and beauty their imagination fired. A place through the ages Countless lovers have dreamed and swooned under the velvet diamonded filled skies and magical glowing moon Love stories now left untold lost in time the pledges of soft love and romance ans sweet love divine. An idle timeless wonder land crafted by Gods loving artful hand. Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.

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Date: 12/27/2013 5:54:00 PM
A beautiful scene painted by your words...where are you describing? Sounds divine....
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Peter Dome
Date: 12/27/2013 6:36:00 PM
Hi Donna. I live close to the moors as the did The Bronte's, also close to Sherwood forest. this provided my inspiration. I'm sure it must be beautiful around where you live too..Really great to hear from you. hope your are ok. take care Donna. take care thank you. Pete.

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