View From A Lake District Peak. Poem by Dan Reynolds

I climbed the hills on route to Keswick
Perched on high to gaze below
These tarns and meres, these lakes not Lochs
How could they move my tired heart so?

From deep within I peeled the template
I wrapped it around this Cumbrian scene
Punctuated with heather, Glens and bracken
A landscape I carry within, (more serene?)

And as the voile dissolved afore me
I marvelled still at the panorama
Despite a two hundred mile landslide of thought
I watched the clouds strafing this pastoral drama.