Ammon Wrigley - "Heather Time on Highmoor"

The following is a transcription of a work by Saddleworth poet Ammon Wrigley (1861-1946).

Heather Time on Highmoor

On old Highmoor heather’s in bloom,
A stretch of purple sea;
And the breath it breathes in my face
Is like old wine to me.
On old Highmoor, heather’s in bloom,
And joy runs through my blood;
Like the sap through an April tree,
And always does me good.
Through the heather I love to wade,
When it’s high as my knees;
And every step I take is loud
With hum of honey bees.
Ere the moon of harvest has gone,
There are knolls that I know;
Where heather grows for wedding gifts
More white than winter’s snow.
On old Highmoor, heather’s in bloom,
That takes such hold of me;
That I run and I jump and sing,
And roll on the moor in glee.

Ammon Wrigley - "Heather Time on Highmoor"

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