Haven't been on YWS for ageess... one of my poems has been locked while I was away. Whoops. Naughty me.
I ran along the moors and I whistled with the wind,
My feet would hit the marsh and then be gone without a sound.
I surveyed my surroundings as a King would from his throne;
The wide expanse around me was mine and mine alone.
I throw myself into the wind; it catches me and hurls me back.
From mound to rock to marshy plane, then up and down and up again,
The breeze steals all my fears and qualms and breathes them far away,
When nature demands happiness, you cannot but obey.
You can keep your hills, your peaks and falls and chuckling streams,
Feel free to fuss your tree or hedge or flower in a pot,
I’d rather have my stretch of nothing, of emptiness and calm,
I rejoice in the nothingness; it is a song, a poem, a psalm.
