Wild Rugged Wuthering Moor

How I love the Wuthering heights rugged landscape Of the wild savage moor As I stand upon a rocky outcrops High on a windswept Tor. Under the blue sky canopy before me Lies sweeping lush green and tawny vales and rolling hills Land so wild and unforgiving As the cold wind begins to bite and chill Carpets of lilac heather providing shelter For grouse rabbit and mouse Somewhere in the distance I catch the site of an old dilapidated stone farm house Battered and in decay by the harsh temperamental weather Every day. Silver ribboned streams gushing and rushing ever flowing Sparkling in the sun as lazy trout swim and pout Trying to kiss the sky. Little white woolly dots majestically graze on idle days As the ravens take pieces of wool for nesting away Suddenly the sky turns black and the icy rain begins to pound And somewhere in the far distance I hear a deep rumbling sound Cracks of light flash in the sky and the thunder now close by Gives out a mighty roar I feel the power shake the ground where I stand And it shakes me to the core A mixture of fear and acceleration sweeps over me As I watch far from safety in awe. Suddenly as it started the thunder stops and the sky begins to clear A rainbow crescent appears and the lark twitters once moor As the started wild ponies and heads of deer reappear The overpowering smell of damp earth I'm soaking wet my cheeks red and aglow I'm lost in the wild untameable timeless beauty That I have come to love and know In my isolation I find peace of mind so serine I am not just a visitor But at one with nature and part of the scene. Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. June.