Alan .S. Jeeves

Moorland Solitude

THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).

THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL

THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.

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The spongy earth springs underfoot

Concealing all below;

You mind your way,

This eerie day,

You\'re careful how you go.

 

As mists roll off the craggy moss

Concealing all above;

You find your way,

This eerie day,

About a place you love.

 

A speck of rain anoints your head

Concealing thoughts inside;

You see your way,

This eerie day,

To let your qualms, subside.

 

The heather forms a carpet here

Concealing peril\'s traits;

You pick your way,

This eerie day,

Where a quaggy snare awaits.

 

The day is cool, the wind is sharp

Concealing mortal sound;

You hear your way,

This eerie day,

Ear firmly to the ground.

 

Envisage ghosts of people past

Concealing souls, admired;

You wend your way,

this eerie day,

Where Bronte\'s were inspired.

 

But you are where you need to be

Concealing troth secure;

You hide away. This eerie day,

In the solace of the moor.

 

                        ASJ