In the depths of purple clouds
Soft and temperate as the night
Masks the setting of the sun
And hides the fading
of the light
In the depths of purple clouds
Soft and temperate as the night
Masks the setting of the sun
And hides the fading
of the light
The sun bursts through the curtains
As dawn brings forth another day
And bids us waken from our rest
With every golden warming ray
Up on the Moor
The birds take flight
On the glorious 12th
They leave the hill
With a bevy of Grouse
The trappings of wealth
The Suffolk Sorrel
Heavy draught horse
Beautiful Chestnut beast
Solid and dependable
With energetic gait
Known as “good doers”
The Suffolk Sorrel
Work horse of the land
Devoid of jesses
Or strips of leather
Birds of prey
Fly off the tether
As God intended
The Falcon and the Hawk
Patrol the land
AS for prey they stalk
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...