Rambling

On shining days
This time of year
The heather blooms
Across the sun filled moor.
Tussock  islands
Patched in purple
Over peat bog black.

Rambler beware
The boot clutched
Suck of mire.
Keep to the worn
And gritty path
Gauged by torrents
Rushing from the fell.

They do not have
The soft adventure
Of the heathered way.
Where one light  step
Will  fill your boots
And bring a soggy end
Unto your rambling day.

Take the plain and flinty road
And end up home and dry.

JL Sept 10 12:41