So far in the distance <br />Their peaks can be seen, <br />And lit by the sunlight <br />Familiar they lie, <br />Their image and beauty <br />Their shape and their form, <br />So blissful and peaceful <br />They reach to the sky. <br /> <br />Upon the horizon <br />And shrouded in haze, <br />The hills rise above <br />All this wonderful land, <br />The fields and the meadows <br />The hedgerows and trees, <br />The picturesque Malvans <br />Majestically stand. <br /> <br />Such treasure they hold <br />As their splendour does rise, <br />In crimson they shine <br />On this warm summer's day, <br />And resting upon <br />All their glory and might, <br />The shadows of clouds <br />Slowly moving away. <br /> <br />So far in the distance <br />The marvellous view, <br />Carry me forth <br />And the stories they tell, <br />To find inspiration <br />In music and words, <br />A place in my heart <br />That forever will dwell.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-malvern-hills/
