This poem is about the landscape of derbyshire in particular the history of Peveril Castle. It is a place of wonder and beauty and holds in its memories roman and ancient history.
Verdant hills stretch before you The giant Peveril of time reaches up from its monstrous past Of broken earth and volcanic blast Surveying all below That glint and gleam in their trillion shades of green that crawl softly Silently with a living claw. Life abundant all around Knowing songs of air and land with shadow and shaft moving over As a stroking hand There at rest in all that glorious age Majesty stands alone this watching waiting sage. Your keep lies fast in rich domain For eternity and with the same eyes watch the cast and silver strike Of all foreign lands with like Protecting worn live you still The mighty sleeping Peveril.
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