The Tor stands up there proudly
up there on the hill
a vista of gold light I see
and from its archway it does spill
glorious beams of eternal light
That replicate the soul so free
the randomness of a great stream
Of purple sky and all I see.
Is potent and invincible
the energy of dance
everytime from every angle
the immensity of chance
the moorlands and the uplands
the island all aflame
field arena focal distance
the boundless it does claim
near and far
unlived in, but spectacular as well
Glastonbury all glowing and all knowing
Under what I know to be
a spell.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.