The Majesty Of The Moors

The majesty of the Moors,

Unmade by man,

Spreads out beyond sight,

Great green backs bent

Beneath the horizon,

Like beasts of burden

Carrying the clouds

That boil in the blue sea of sky.

Herds of wild hills

Gather around me.

They transport me

To a wonder-filled place

Where simply breathing

Is inhaling ecstasy.

Gullies and streams

Fall away on all sides.

Rocks and boulders

Ordered by ice

Border the path

To the summit,

The heavenly heights.

Top of the world, ma!

Kestrels hover, raptor helicopters,

Eyes fixed on the prize

For their fledglings

Of survival by vole.

The lark above,

Ascending on a rising scale

Of beautiful birdsong sung

Only for me.

The good ache in my legs

From the climbing and clambering

Over this so-sacred soil.

Golden bracken

Strewn around me

Like palm leaves

For a better man.

Drizzle-mist falling on my face

Like a kiss from the sky.

The world loves me today,

And I love it back.