it's a poem i wrote a long time ago after discovering the word panjandrum all over again.

billy

Landscape
    by
william marsland

This vantage point on craggy tor
atop resplendent scenery
fits my stance as heavens throne
Its presence, bids my sight
be overwhelmed;
whilst sitting in repose
as to horizon
Mother Earth unfolds

broad winding water
stretched below, cuts a swathe
flecks of rainbows dance
downward, onward fleeing
to a fluid jewel of life
a mirrored plain
of shattered blinding light

golden-headed soldiers
throng valleys rolling slopes
commandeered in silent reveille
by nature’s call to arms
attuned by every whispered word
whilst marching in the breeze 

heather strewn carpets
hug feet of giant firs
canopied in hats of verdigris
supple limbs half clothed
in spikes of emerald green
outstretched towards their neighbours
in request of summer waltz

flanking, white sheeted panjandrums
bear witness to the secret vale
harsh, self-important by themselves
they rise majestic, comely crowned.
in alabaster collarets
receiving touch of heaven’s kiss
upon their moistened brow