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 © | Year Posted 2013

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Jones Avatar
December 27, 2013 at 5:54 PM
A beautiful scene painted by your words...where are you describing? Sounds divine....
Dome Avatar
December 27, 2013 at 6:36 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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