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.
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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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