Week In Focus #1

For my first photo of a weekly challenge that I’ve set myself, I’ve gotten down low and taken a photo of tall grass which covers the moorland of picturesque Ennerdale.

Autumn is offering up wonderful colours at the moment, with most greens turning to gold. It’s a lovely time of the year to be out and about capturing the world – apart from when it rains.

Ennerdale Moorland
  • Captured on my DSLR

The Moorland Breeze

Of all the blithesome melody
That wakes the warm heart’s thrill,
Give me the wind that whistles free
Across the moorland hill;
When every blade upon the lea
Is dancing with delight,
And every bush and flower and tree
Is singing in its flight.

When summer comes I’ll wear a plume,
With flowers of shining gold;
And it shall be the bonny broom,
That loves the moorland wold;
And it shall wave its petals bright
Above my cap so free,
And kiss the wild wind in its flight
Across the lonely lea.

Blithe harper of the moorland hills,
The desert sings to thee;
The lonely heath with music thrills
Beneath thy touch so free:
With trembling glee its wilding strings
Melodious revels keep,
As o’er the waste on viewless wings,
Thy fairy fingers sweep.

In yonder valley, richly green,
I see bright rivers run;
They wind in beauty through the scene
And shimmer in the sun;
And they may sing and they may shine
Down to the heaving sea;
The bonny moorland hills are mine,
Where the wild breeze whistles free!

Oh lay me down in moorland ground,
And make it my last bed,
With the heathery wilderness around,
And the bonny lark o’erhead:
Let fern and ling around me cling,
And green moss o’er me creep;
And the sweet wild mountain breezes sing
Above my slumbers deep.

Edwin Waugh


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