It was a miserable grey day
With drizzle falling on us;
We were well covered
And thought “What the hell!”
So we walked up the moor side
As we had planned.
Half way up we came into the cloud
That was causing the rain to fall.
We continued our upward path
Through this damp mist
And suddenly the sun shone on us,
The rain was below us,
And about us was the glory of nature,
As the moor stretched before our eyes.
The earth below was hidden by cloud
On which we appeared to be walking,
At peace and in love with our world.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a true tory that happened many years ago when my wife and I used to go to the Yorkshire Dales.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Good write Gold.
Great read!
Once I was in Casentino on a Mountain and we were amongst the clouds one of my most favourite and fascinating moments. Wonderful write. 🌹
Beautiful images created in this write Andy. I have common experiences with this regularly where I live in the mountains in Brazil and it is quite beautiful. Nicely done my friend
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