Purple-red heather
Bright yellow gorse
Wide open views
On these New Forest moors.

Cattle lie peacefully
Ponies along the way
Soft curving travels
On the road to Sway.

Glistening streams
Soft sandy lanes
Donkeys grazing
Sunlight dances in their manes.

In the distance the sea
Just a glimpse here and there
With a leap in my heart
So much joy I declare.

Night draws close now
Soft light gently falls
Streaming through leaves
An owl softly calls.

© Angela Dunning 25 October 2014

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