Wandering the land of oak and iron
Travel across the Moors in search of passion
Looking for answers that will reach me to belonging
Broadening horizons, peace and love I want prolonging
At home near the forge
This spectacular view of the gorge
On the anvil the hammer strikes the sword
The sky is scorched with white fire
The hills feel it's life force sparks flint with ominous desire.
A whisper in the wind can be caught with your hand
The cloudscape is magnificent and never is it bland
Thunderous applause echoes through this valleys wards
It's streams borrow the light and give it back for our dreams
In this land of oak and iron the air has more to it than first seems.
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