Notes About The Poem
This is a true story and it poured down in the valley for the rest of the day which was a Sunday
The Haze
One day high up on the moors
the sun was starting to rise
I thought at first I could see
lakes and in the distant sea.
Then realised I was above
the clouds. It was peaks
of hills that poked their
heads out over the haze.
It was like a new land
showing itself bathed
by sunlight I looked
around in amazement.
Gradually things came into focus
valleys appeared like magic
each one with its own splendour
Deer and ponies grazing below me'
Birds singing in tree tops close by
A stream fills the lake and fish leaping
so full of joy and life for the new day
I sat, watched, delighted by all the sights.
The clouds rolled by, lifting up higher
I was truly right above it all, on top of the world
As I drove home I dropped down lower and lower
to the bottom of the valley under the clouds.
The rain clouds lashed at me no sunshine here
it did not clear just more and more cloudy rain.
Yet I knew that on the top of Exmoor
It was a bright sunny day no rain up there
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