She's a jewel in the crown, a snow covered peak,
a stairway to heaven, though in winter so bleak.
An everlasting reminder, of a glacial past,
formed out of sandstone, dark shadows cast.
A Bronze age cairn, on her summit stands proud,
elements defied, mystical views they astound.
'Ashes of the dead' long ago there entombed,
meadowsweet flowers, now sadly exhumed.
She's a sight to behold, when shrouded in mist,
when covered by snow, she's a peak to resist.
She's a taker of life, when her spirits are stirred,
hail, rain and snow, killer elements converge.
To modern day pilgrims, a muse she's become,
a bucket list challenge, erosion succumbed.
'The Beacons' she rules, such a majestic sight,
on a fine summer's day, one of pure delight.