Time To Go On Exmoor Poem by Alexia Miles
Time To Go On Exmoor
Time to go on Exmoor
Time to go on Exmoor is when it’s got its first frost on the heather
There’s a mystery weather fog that comes down
River runs wild like the horses that on there
Take care as so many people say there is a beast out there!
I go on Exmoor to dream all day
See the birds in their play
Heather is the colour I adore
That why you will see me on Exmoor
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5/3/2024 5:42:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the way you have painted a picture of peace and serenity, but with a hidden waring. Enjoyed Steve