Author William Renton An utter moorland, high, and wide, and flat;A beaten roadway, branching out in grave distaste;And weather-beaten and defaced,Pricking its ears along the solitary waste—A signpost; pointing this way, pointing that. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments