The Moor
by Sharron Loughrancopyright 07-05-2001
Age Rating: 10 +
The wind flows over the moor
The sky the color of azure
As I take in the granduer
The landscape so bleak
The lure of mystique
As I speak
Then the moor fills with rain
Life untagles like a skein
No longer does it wane
The moor comes alive
As the sparrows skydive
The plants as they thrive
The bleakness is gone
For life is drawn
The bleakness is a bygone
The sky the color of azure
As I take in the granduer
The landscape so bleak
The lure of mystique
As I speak
Then the moor fills with rain
Life untagles like a skein
No longer does it wane
The moor comes alive
As the sparrows skydive
The plants as they thrive
The bleakness is gone
For life is drawn
The bleakness is a bygone
