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.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013
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