Wilderness Moor Poem by Jim O'Donnell

The morning sun comes bursting through
That canvas cloth that covered you
It kept you dry and safe all night
Away from that dreaded midge bit

At the exit looking out
The Scottish mist it hangs about
The babbling brook it’s in sight
Its comforting sound heard through the night

The fire pit rocks are still hot
For when you sat round your cooking pot
Silence across the heathery moor
Just man and wilderness that’s for sure

06 09 2010
Chellaston