As I walk upon the moor at dawn
The shadows appear ,
Creating images of long dark hills
Throughout the vale;
Touching the water of the river
With gentle, caressing fingers
Of grey love.
The sun getting higher,
The shadows start to recede;
And the water sparkles
In the new day.
As I walk up a mist appears,
The sun warming the dew
Creates this steamy world
For so very few moments;
Until clarity is restored,
And the world of green
Can be seen all around.
The white dots of sheep
Safely grazing all over
This verdant sea of grass.
The silence is broken
By the plaintiff call of curlew,
A sound of such sorrow,
Creating such sad emotions
Within this beautiful vista.
On I go towards the top,
Watching the fleece like clouds
Slowly sailing through the sky.
Such peace and tranquillity
So glorious, seemingly there,
For my absolute enjoyment.
I feel so blessed that this world
Can be so wonderful to view,
All other thoughts are banished,
So that the peace of the world
Is with me.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 18th, 2025 01:54
- Comment from author about the poem: I have walked on the moors many times in the past
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Such a walk can free the thoughts and emotions, nature is a wonderful place for reflection. Nicely done Andy
Very true soren, thank you.
Andy
You are welcome Andy
Your morning walk upon the moor is priceless. I can understand the peace and comforting solitude of experiencing nature at dawn, when everything is fresh and new. Walk on my friend!
Your words are much appreciated Bella, thank you.
Andy
Your peace and tranquillity supported here by rich detail. I enjoyed the walk, Andy.
Most kind Dave, thank you.
Andy
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