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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.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
Published | Edited 15th Mar 2019
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