Atop Old Penistone

Atop old Penistone From bumpy stony track to peak the summit No ledges, drops from which to plummet A quarried mound that boasts sweet heather Loyal and strong despite the weather The climb to top, a meagre stroll But views abound, sights to extol Bilberries aplenty on summer day Rich pickings from a lush array On one gray stone, a single rose is laid where envied views boast hills of jade In memory of a beloved view Recalled by one faithful and true Down slopy rubble on rugged track A tarn exists amid the crags A mirrored well by fallen sky For calm reflection to stay awhile And on to sepulchered random rock Sculptured by time, turn back the clock Grand memories of those since gone Each tilted stone bears one loved name Proud Penistone portal to the way Not much to see, I hear you say But look awhile on peaty ground Penistone hill, not just a mound A vantage point of contoured green In memory of a beloved view