Ugborough - Dear Moon
Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 9:45 pm
Ugborough
On arriving at this sleepy South Hams village, you become immediately conscious, that the huddle of cottages surrounding the square, lift one eye to see who has turned up, and then proceed to returning to sleep. The impressive parish church, peers over the village and local farmland.
The Ship and The Anchor are the interesting named village pubs, but they are miles from the sea. The story goes, that during the 18th century, the village was the furthest point the Royal Navy’s press gangs could reach from the port of Plymouth.
During one dark night, in a cottage with a latch on the door, a poor lonely soul noticed the full moon through a window.
Dear Moon
Dear Moon, I look upon your face
Lonely like me, drifting through space
Your light brings hope to this heart of mine
To find love in life will make me shine
My travels like yours are times hidden by cloud
My thoughts sincere make me proud
Honest am I, in my offer of love
Only to fall short, but why those above
Did I agree, to this path that I tread
As I lay awake, alone in this bed
Your light in my window, I try to see
Guide me I pray, to find love for me.
© Ray Steed 2012
On arriving at this sleepy South Hams village, you become immediately conscious, that the huddle of cottages surrounding the square, lift one eye to see who has turned up, and then proceed to returning to sleep. The impressive parish church, peers over the village and local farmland.
The Ship and The Anchor are the interesting named village pubs, but they are miles from the sea. The story goes, that during the 18th century, the village was the furthest point the Royal Navy’s press gangs could reach from the port of Plymouth.
During one dark night, in a cottage with a latch on the door, a poor lonely soul noticed the full moon through a window.
Dear Moon
Dear Moon, I look upon your face
Lonely like me, drifting through space
Your light brings hope to this heart of mine
To find love in life will make me shine
My travels like yours are times hidden by cloud
My thoughts sincere make me proud
Honest am I, in my offer of love
Only to fall short, but why those above
Did I agree, to this path that I tread
As I lay awake, alone in this bed
Your light in my window, I try to see
Guide me I pray, to find love for me.
© Ray Steed 2012