My Dartmoor
     My Dartmoor is one of beauty abounding.

     No factory hooters or car horns sounding.

     No rubbish dumps or litter around.

     In place your buds peep out of ground.

     It suits me well your unpredictable weather,

     your blazing gorse and purple heather.

     Your barren moorland gives birth to such beauty,

     cherishing wildlife becomes your duty.

     The prickles, the bracken, the waterfilled ditches

     gives way to circles once danced in by witches.

     Your mystical, magical ghosts all appear,

     and wonder aimlessly as though I weren't here.

     Your giants on horizon of granite and stone,

     Weathered and lichen covered they stand all alone.

     So when the day ends with the setting of the sun.

     I know that your heart and mine stand as one.

                  Melissa Williams

                                                 A note from the author

     I hope you enjoyed reading these pages as much as I enjoyed writing them.  As you may have realised, I feel I have formed an everlasting relationship with Dartmoor. She is both spectacular and fascinating,
I live for a greater understanding of her, Well goodbye from me for now,
It's wellies on time, (according to my husband, children and dogs), and if they want to go to Dartmoor, Who am I to argue?……...

                                                           Melissa Williams