Poem - Alone on the Moors
- Jay Alexander Little
- Mar 24
- 1 min read
I have been here alone, long ago,
With the harsh wind crossing the marshes,
On the gentle flow of barren upland hills
And the salt smell of sea in my nostrils.
I have wandered before on these uplands,
The growth green and yellow upon them
Rolling away to the southward,
The odour of bay coming from them.
I have been before with the plover,
Hear its lonely distracted calling
Through the drizzling rain gently falling,
Awaiting my disappeared lover.
-- A.C.
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