Category Archives: Glastonbury where mystery and realiity meeton the crossroads of benevolence

The tower just resembles A fairy tale scene Buttery buttercups Softly they lean Gently progressing Softly they feel Brighter than ever And ever so real Glastonbury’s magic Who dares to conceal

Brimstone and saffron Feel it just breathe it A golden horizon The gilt on the cake From the TOR and the Tower A true generosity Spirits are rising And we feel so awake

Dragons sporting  human legs Are in deed the chosen ones Glastonbury’s History Spoke of them Their image stuns The bravest ever warriors But Michelle snapped a shot Red and white They say both bite But it doesn’t hurt a lot

Burnished gold The trees of old The magic of the day An ancient lane A weather vane To the Tor and tower We make our way Breathe in the essence Of the morning Absorb the light And each new day … Continue reading →

Warm like sunset Orange perfect Misty moments Trees appear Emanation our salvation Every motion Like an ocean Such devotion It doth clear

Nature the greatest artist All the wonderful green The branches how they dangle Creating such a scene Her brushes depicting The subtlety and soul The TOR the Tower Just every hour

Magical mists of mysterious form Riding spectacularly into a warm Bathing crescendo the levels of green Delivered expressively silently seen The hills came alive expressing a view A remarkable capture enlivened by dew     written in an old cottage … Continue reading →

It’s stood the test of centuries Taking on the storm Gusts and gentle billowing Cool and cold and warm Loving weathers seasons Michelle every day Exploring the perfection Of the Tor and tower And in a way Glastonbury the magical … Continue reading →

It’s plainly very beautiful Glastonbury at rest The varied greens of Springtime So many of us rest Upon our magical laurels On top of the Tor St Michaels Tower So evident Who could want for more

Just feel the sun Close up and real St Michael’s Tower Does it appeal Of course it does Silhouettes of people Caught In varying sets A bounteous sky A magic sphere And what you see You of course hold dear

Different kinds of sunrise Burnished gold affairs St Michael’s Tower Gives back each shower Of true and brightly shares Amazing light so moving Sensationally so Glastonbury is given That wondrous morning glow

It just looks so still So peaceful It will occupy minds A message to spill Over the levels Somerset’s soul Succinct and suggestive Of histories role In establishing freedom

Sun drenched golden branches Wisps of lacy bough The TOR in all its glory A story book of how Precipitous desiring And sun an  outstanding  point of view A fantasy in the making As all our dreams come true

The sun picks out the sparkling jewels Of St Michael’s Tower It boldly stands remarkably Every single hour Heading up the path to light As we walk the glorious Tor Heading across the levels Where the sun beams now explore … Continue reading →

A wrap of ermine Riches Sacrosanct and raw The mist of boundless ages Dancing on the Tor It Lifts the tower to greater heights That climb for me on high Glastonbury’s magic Where antiquities May lie

There is snow in the offing A weird kind of sky The sheep taste the grass No word of a lie It’s sweet it’s abundant A curious sight The Tor and the tower And the honest delight

Rich in saffron splendour Sparkling in the night An aura of surrender In context it felt right Welcoming the star parades &those who had made the climb To survey &appreciate This very special time together Up there on the Tor

The daffodils came early Eager to be seen At the base of St Michael’s Tower Around the grassy green They had struggled since the Winter In the icy loam But by now they felt just withered Deciding to go home

So many have stared So many have shared Eyes see just all sorts of sights The levels the skyline the leaves fluttering down The moon and the stars and the lights Through the arch sweet success No matter no less

There it stands Arched and alone Atop the TOR Though wind May moan Rain May lash And snow May fall And sunlit realms Whose earnest call Might magically create an image Sensationally  that’s all

A golden perspective Sunlight it be A glorious picture For all now to see Glastonbury’s aura A magical Spring The Tor and the levels Such beauty doth bring

Like the rainbow There’s a pot of gold The light ray from St Michael’s Tower Is something to behold Follow the ecliptic from then to now A true embrace of the magical Idyllic gems so logical Who knows what lies … Continue reading →

A kaleidoscopic vista a sentinel the tower Atop the Tor it’s contrast Apparently it’s how Local eyes are drawn to it For hundreds and hundreds of years Forming a wondrous spectacle and collectively people’s tears

The arched sentinel Looms large in Somerset’s vista The sky above the levels seemingly Festooned with mist and magic In a calibrated orange symphony

A golden fireball solitary Beams upon Dear Glastonbury A frosty beginning maybe so But the magical of course we know Down to the levels a soulful time Up the paths where the pilgrims climb Michele’s eye and camera sees So … Continue reading →

A solitary absorbs the sun A bird or two a fluttering St Michaels Tower A shadowy bower Perhaps a magical muttering Of sky and Wintry wonder The watery realms below us Are Echoing like thunder