Clouds hug these high hills
And sheep bleat for lost lambs
Deer flitter through the stone ruin
Wild ponies drink at the bright stream
I long for Exmoor
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
This ia a ‘Tanka’ poem, written at the suggestion of Rebecca Cuningham at fakeflamenco.com
Rebecca has proved a Spanish translation:
Nubes se abrazan los cierros
Ovejas llaman por sus ovejitas desviadas
Venado corre por la neblina
Potros silvestres beben de un arroyo luminoso
Echo de menos Exmoor
The Cheesesellers Wife 
I love this. Congratulations on winning the Tanka contest.
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Thank you!
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We are always longing for home. (K)
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Exmoor is not my home. Not sure I’d cope with the snow! ;)
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You captured a feeling of longing.
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I do long to be there……
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Beautiful, as is the wild pony in the photo – so sweet and shy.
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Thanks for the repost of the contest and my Spanish translation of your poem. Sorry I couldn’t manage to make it a tanka as well but with all the beautiful details I wanted to capture each one. Rebecca
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I love the translation. Especially the ‘arroyo luminoso’ –a luminous stream. I have no spanish, but I knew arroyo from all the westerns I watched as a child!
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Yes, many arroyos, rodeos and las(s)os in Westerns. Great Spanish primer. :) Very happy you like the translation. Rebecca
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Made me smile. Those Exmoor ponies pinched my lunch once.
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Yes, we were once eating sandwiches in the middle of nowhere when a large herd drifted over the summit and got very interested in us. Our very young sons were hovering between delight and terror.
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