Exmoor ..... Return!

Ah the bleak,
Beautiful Loneliness
That is Exmoor
Heather thronged
Curlew calls
Home to pony and Lark
Buzzard
Winging in silence
Views
Capturing eye
Enthralling Heart
Calling,
Calling!
To return
To enjoy, to love, to be there
Oh restless nymph of wind
Surrounding dreams
Distorting reality
Spiriting
Ensnaring
Weaving a web
Nature's finest alchemy
Turning
Bracken, tree, grasses
To Gold
A medal, winner with honours
Speechmaking
Standing on podium
Of hilltop
Alive
Oh so totally Alive
Calling,
Calling!
One word!
One glorious word!

Return!


Terry Rhiannyr
September, 2012