The Wild, Wild Moors Poem by john thomas

The Wild, Wild Moors



O let me to my wild, wild moors,
Of rolling hills, and rolling gorse,
O let me to my wild, wild moors,
To be so free again.

O let me to my wild, wild moors,
Where thick the heather decks the floors,
O let me to my wild, wild moors,
Beneath a crimson sky.

O let me to my wild, wild moors,
Where on the wind the curlew calls,
O let me to my wild, wild moors,
To hear his song again.

O let me to my wild, wild moors,
To taste the wind, to dance with squalls,
O let me to my wild, wild moors,
To spin, to spin, to spin!

O let me to my wild, wild moors,
Where I may roam, unbound by walls,
O let me to my wild, wild moors,
To be so free again.

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Bradford, West Yorkshire, England
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