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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way you have painted a picture of peace and serenity, but with a hidden waring. Enjoyed Steve