Poems (Radford)/On the Moor
VOn the Moor
Out on the moor the sun is bright, And the gorse is yellow,The sky is blue and the air is light, And a little fellowMay walk for miles in the grassy way,On a holiday.
Out on the moor the wild bee dips In the sweet fresh heather,And through the bracken the young hare slips, In the autumn weather,And all around shine the tiny wingsOf a thousand things.