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| My photo of Keighley Moor in a misty March. It’s in Yorkshire, northern England. |
… has as much right to be eulogised about
As any Amazonian rainforest.
As any sun-drenched beach.
Sure; there are few artefacts here.
Or museums teeming with culture’s vultures.
And not much nightlife either…
Save for the curlew crying
And the roaming fox.
True; it’s not this-year’s resort.
And no one claims eternal sunshine.
Yet there’s as much to contemplate here
As any other oft-named place.
So this moor is its own thing.
It is… what it is.
What else can it be?
What else should it be?
So what it is… is enough.
Enough for the mind.
And enough for the soul.
This is where you can simply be.
For endless hours… one can be.
This is where you feel at home.
This is a place to be at peace.
This moor offers something else.
And that something else…
Is beautiful, too.
© Paul Austin Murphy 2021
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