On Scafell Pike
by cricketjeff on September 17, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
On Scafell Pike at dead of night beneath her silver sheen
I lay my head on moss to see her face
A sight so fair it can’t compare with others I have seen
And I was there in such a perfect place
A solid block of cold hard rock that stands above the lakes
Yet cannot hold a candle to the skies
The soft starlight that filled the night and wiped out man’s mistakes
That beauty spilled as Nature’s best surprise
A part round shape that made me gape in wonderment so deep
The goddess played the major role that night
I can’t forget no sighed regret a night that saw no sleep
The mountainside was bathed in eerie light
The fells by day still hold my sway their beauty is serene
They never will compare with that moonshine
At dead of night on Scafell Pike beneath her silver sheen
I lost my heart and claimed the Moon as mine
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