I spend a fair part of my time walking in moorland where I can enjoy such sights (and sounds) as curlew, golden plover, lapwings, buzzards and hobbies.
Moorland earth
My feet squelch as I stride
in slow motion over and into
the dark peat, purple
and green earth.
One woman’s up to her knees,
but she’s got short legs so it’s a bit of a joke.
We pull her arms and she gurgles
like an emptying sink!
All this commotion stirs up
an ancient smell of carboniferous trees
and prehistoric smoke.
I am retired and live in the NE of England. I try and keep active and interested and involved in a variety of activities: yoga, walking, writing and, since Sept 2019, taking groups round art galleries. We discuss what we have seen and share thoughts about how the works of art have affected us personally. Hopefully I can set up another blog/website about this latter subject before the New Year. My reading includes poetry, fiction, philosophy and other non-fiction. My writing reflects my interests, as you can see if you browse my blog-posts. A number of my poems and other writings have been published online.
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reminds me of walk with 6th form friend on moor near Cauldron Snout in upper teesdale. Friend stepped onto an apparently firm mossy area and sank well above knees. The smell suggested a dead sheep rather than decaying vegitation. Mind where you step on the moors.
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reminds me of walk with 6th form friend on moor near Cauldron Snout in upper teesdale. Friend stepped onto an apparently firm mossy area and sank well above knees. The smell suggested a dead sheep rather than decaying vegitation. Mind where you step on the moors.
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