Poetic pieces on the heart of Bodmin moor, a land untouched by man and remains largely as she did millions of years ago. A place used by smugglers who invented many a terrifying tale about what you will find in her misty nights, (headless hounds, evil fairyfolk, and even the devil himself is believed to dwell. )
Time period: 2003
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"Come join us on our walk," they said,
a hundred people or more,28 lines, 22 comments, on Aug 25 2:51 PM 2002. In Abuse -
The sun rises above the eastern hills
with a ruby arrogance,
45 lines, 29 comments, on Sep 30 4:57 PM 2002. In Nature -
Dispite the end of the world being only one step forward,
one step forward and sixty feet below,
66 lines, 29 comments, on Mar 21 11:02 AM 2003. In Other -
With a stiff upper lip,
(the order of the day,)19 lines, 15 comments, on Apr 10 10:59 AM 2003. In Nature -
and nights hold hands across the days
a slate grey stage, fit for sheep
31 lines, 20 comments, on Jun 8 5:28 AM 2003. In Nature -
The wind bent trees
don gloves of leaves38 lines, 23 comments, on Jun 10 11:24 AM 2003. In Nature -
Watercolours splash her blanket,
(did the rainbow melt today?)
31 lines, 7 comments, on Jun 11 10:47 AM 2003. In Nature -
For crest upon the valley walls
the darkened sky with raven calls,36 lines, 16 comments, on Jun 11 11:20 AM 2003. In Nature -
The moorland pasture blooms with Summer's dress,
a hazy mist of feathered seed and brush,16 lines, 8 comments, on Jul 14 3:17 PM 2004. In Nature
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