The mist hung low, above the moors
A gentle breeze, caressed the tors.
Ancient boulders, lost in sleep
Buried secrets they would keep.
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a beautiful ode to my favourite lady... ive never been to exmoor before but would love to go... maybe next year... sigh... thanks for this beautiful write...karen
Beautiful, well worded poem. Definitely way ahead my skill. You have true talent. My favorite section was (Up above the buzzards fly Soaring, soft, dissect the sky. Below, swift rodents, deftly dance And measure future with their chance.) I love the metaphors.
Beauty is flowing with your pen revealing a fine observer, yes the nature helps to understand that we can be part of its beauty if we can connect.
Hi Owain. With your permission I would love to use this poem in a promo video im making about the Exmoor national Park. Would you be happy for this to be spoken over a video and I will credit you in the credits? Please let me know. Thanks. Grace TSP