The Old Man In a Coat.
You can stand in one place a thousand times,
And look to the same point a thousand more.
The view is familiar, a mountain or two,
But it's never the same, there's always a change.
Today it's an old man, filled full of snow,
I can see all the walls and the paths that embrace,
That Old Man of Coniston, proud as he stands,
Bracing against the winds.
Wearing the snow like an overcoat of white gold.
It's view of sheer awe, of beauty and rugged crags,
It's a sight of weather worn toughness,
It's a view that is free!
Never the same, ever changing, but always proud,
Always providing beauty to an ever changing eye.
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