Wild moment: Bryan Johnston

Published: 4th February 2016

A poem written as a teenager some 50 years ago!

Away from crowds on moorlands free
the wind is strong and carries far
our childlike laughter.

And this is where I dream I am
when winter crowds in all around
to make us shiver.

Just two short weeks in one long year
is all I need to carry me
through tiresome winter.

And yet I could not live for long
away from crowds (on moorlands free)
for they’re a part of me.

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