Moors, gaunt hills - “No picture here”
critics say, but in my car
whisper questions “Is it
are the hills you love to know.
boyhood you have made your way
them many a summer day;
manhood you have sought and found
welcome every season round;
feet have leapt their black peat hags.
on their screes and scaled their crags
on their rocks, sprung on their heather;
you in every sort of weather
have revealed each varying mood
you have seen and understood
strange effects of sun and mist
critics say do not exist.
armchair critics, be it said,
in where climbers fear to tread.)
have found beauty. Therefore
photograph and strive to make
picture that will represent
of all that this has meant.
if you fail, you merely prove
ignorance exceeds your love!