Oh! to walk the hills at night,
Beneath a beautiful moon so bright.
Casting shadows and shapes of the night,
Every star a magical mystic sight.

The Owl floating on silent wings of feather,
Mice scurrying amongst the Heather.
Bats swooping on tiny wings of leather,
The hills nightlife all coming together.

Hangman`s Hill! oh feel the chill,
A different feeling on every hill.
Shadows "eerie" on Ragged Stone Hill,
Everyone has its own special thrill.

The Moon going down, sinking! sinking!!
Soon the Sun will rise; sleepy eyes blinking.
Another magical night amongst natures gift,
Always giving my heart and soul a lift.

By Jim Noond.