I look upon Lady Grasmere, from atop Dunmail Raise,
as she lies in her amphitheatre of beauty unsurpassed,
mere language cannot express words powerful enough to praise,
to describe such a vision,such a total sensory blast.
This bejewelled goddess of Mother Nature's glory,
laid out before me on a bed of velvety green,
telling a wonderful and very ancient story,
throughout the millennia, by many adoring eyes seen.
And still she lies in mostly natural splendour,
little of her changing as each new age doth pass,
I stand gazing, I'm awestruck, and I surrender,
my whole being, willingly, to this little Lakeland lass!