Moorland's Feathered Ways ©
From the harshness of it's unyielding,
This land has spawned us,
These unencumbered skies of our belonging,
Placed in trust by our forefathers.
Cradled in the bosom of timeless hills,
Abrim with solace of morning still,
Here where open moorland and jagged
Peaks against the elements for centuries
Our kind are written in the chronicles of
this land by our blood.