North Yorkshire Moors. Published by PoetFreak's Archive on December 12, 2017Slow as treacle. The place dictates the pace of eye and mind. My tight, wound soul starts to unwind. Like a skein of wool. The moors exert a pull that always draws me home. Love Like Haha Sad Share: All Categories:EpicFantasyFriendFunnyLoveMainNatureOtherSorrow