Aye! Just got back from a wonderful week in God’s Own Country….Known by most as Yorkshire…
Thought it appropriate to post a poem I wrote a while back when I stood atop one of the Moors….
Hope you enjoy it….
Whither…. on the Moor.
The heaving hills behold
The innocent ignorance of the hustling world
And do not move,
Into a distant unknown void, of which
They know not what is now,
Let alone what will be then.
© Late Harvest 2009