Poem: Up On The Moors.
Up On The Moors.
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There is great beauty on the moors,
The pull of the open expanse
The call of real emptiness.
There are still secrets there
Far above the steepled streets
Where people sit down together
To eat their Hovis bread
And frighten each other
With tales of real monsters
On Movietone news.
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