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Long Mynd
(The Long Mynd is a large high Shropshire moor)
It is wintery on the moor,
birds on turbulent air
from across hills scream
their black presence
chilling moor and heath
March roars a prelude
for gentle April blossoms
When laburnum hedges
stolen from estates
gild twisting lanes and pastures
Long Mynd ponies
wild and free
ignore this scene
shelter beside heather groves
defying winds from Wales and west.
Wheeling kites search in vain
then rest as darkness
steals the light,waiting for
Tomorrow, another day.
It is wintery on the moor,
birds on turbulent air
from across hills scream
their black presence
chilling moor and heath
March roars a prelude
for gentle April blossoms
When laburnum hedges
stolen from estates
gild twisting lanes and pastures
Long Mynd ponies
wild and free
ignore this scene
shelter beside heather groves
defying winds from Wales and west.
Wheeling kites search in vain
then rest as darkness
steals the light,waiting for
Tomorrow, another day.
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