Dartmoor Poem by Rocky Massie

Peaceful places, springs and fields
Dartmoor falcons swoop and wheel
Ponies grazing unaware
Of trippers as they stop and stare,
Taking in a beauteous scene
Of rolling hills and endless green.

Those craggy walls the moormen built
Run drunkenly for miles at will
A moorland cottage, poor and shy,
Its wisp off smoke wends to the sky.
The smell of woodfire fills the air,
That very place for which I care

Dartmoor runs wild and still runs free,
There is no finer place for me
I shall return, my friend, one day
And see once more your vast array
Of colours green, of gold and blue
I'm coming home, Dartmoor, to you

Let no man change one rock or stone,
Move not a hair. leave well alone
Do not disturb my peaceful place,
I need your calm to greet my face,
For nowhere in all the miles I see
Can quite compare with you, for me

Your freedom last, your open door,
No place like home. You are my Moor.

Rocky Massie