#moorland
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[Speak tongues to me
Like the whistling of the empty trees
Sing a sonnet to the lands
And let it bring us to our knees]
Nature is my muse,
A songbird trills its score,
Warmth of earthern tones
And my heart is on the moor
Gnarled limbs and extended reach
A plethora of form so pure
Valley depth and eddied gaps
Why, my heart is on the moor
A gathering of branch and bough,
Fog thick settled down to each pore
A shout, now a whisper-
This soul is on the moors
Discovery beckons to others who reckon
New worlds alight, with continental delights,
Watching tides turn in flight-
But this heart is on the moors
Quiet violent, yet gentle temper,
Ancient tales of quaintest power,
Bitter colds, in July like December
Always, my mind is though the moors
And rugged beauty, defined agender,
Erases person, age or splendor
Depart from reality of devout growth,
Combatant of steel, and roots of ghosts;
..over a hillside, to a woodland of lore,
Escape, a heart who soothes & restores,
In a land that adores, and I love to adore,
- and that, I suppose,
Is why my heart remains on the moor
Bank Top Kilns, North Yorkshire Moors, England.
A relic from the former Ironstone Industry.