Celebrating Exmoor in glorious Devon U.K.

Wild-Land.

Table-top moor-land.

Treasured and rare.

Open and free-land.

Weathered-clean air.

Purpling hill-land.

Ponies run there.

Old granite stone-land.

Untamed yet fair.

Sheep-grazing green-land.

Foxes safe lair.

Winter-white snow-land.

Home to the hare.

Cliff-scaling high-land.

Climb if you dare.

Eagle-sky wild-land.

Naught to compare.

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carol
fay the way you pen this i could live there
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robyn selters
Gloriously satisfying... one is right there thrilled by the wild lands...
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Lynda Robson
Vivid description of a wild untamed place, thanks Fay xx
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Sandra Martyres
I adore your version of wild-land...a far more beautiful and safe place to stay than most cities in the world... Lovely write Fay
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Raj Arumugam
beautiful description and good pace as well, Fay...
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Nikunj
peerless in all respects. the vast expanses and the shades of freedom and freshness , all captured in sweet verses....belonging to a city mired in concrete I miss the table tops that are seen only in books or lovely poems like these.
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T A Ramesh
Incomparable indeed!
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