Glastonbury

Posted on December 15, 2024 by Rex Tyler

A sort of haunting silence
Hung over St Michael’s Tower
The Tor took on a ghostly look
With all its latent power
Sweeping sensitivity
A cold that grips and twists
Glastonbury is waking up
Showing us it’s fists
Glancing every which way
As our wildness resists

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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