Snowdon 2

Undated

Massive and proud.
Collusus stands with his head in the clouds.
His arms reach out and hold the mere.
His ageing tells the tale of our forebears.

Like an Olympian he stands unfaltering
and pays scant attention to Human cavorting.
In Summer he shades.
In Winter he hails the rain.
An Nature battles him in vain.

His visage is wrinkled and his hands
wither and such pressure has he had
that his noble brow is worn.
But beware !
Pay him respect,
Be careful, but don't dither.