Exmoor 10

 

On the moor we peer

Down into the fields,

Gorse hedges like

Shaven sideburns,

 

Small yellow pea flowers

Greet us. In the valley,

The sound of ravens

Carries, their voices

 

Meet us on the road,

Never their shape.

The inner-life of the

Moor is a little croak

 

From a big crow:

Kronk, kronk,

Kronk.

© Daniel James Greenwood 2013
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