'Pen-Y-Fan'

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.