LEATHER TOR - The Castle of Spirits
Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 9:36 pm
LEATHER TOR
As the road climbs high towards Princetown from Yelverton, a place to park appears on the right hand side of the road. Above rises the granite out crop of Sharpitor hides a little its sister, Leather Tor. These tors are easy to access, with the extra few metres walk to Leather Tor, is worthwhile.
The view, as you sit upon the top is simply beautiful. The waters of Burrator lie beneath, with Down Tor and Sheeps Tor across the way. Woodland trees hug the lakeside, with care.
A place to dream as far as the mind may travel, To the sky and beyond, you may cast your thoughts upon the wind.
The Castle of Spirits
Next this field, within another realm
A castle rests, upon dimensions plane
A sign post, from those who teal the helm
Of creation, linked within its chain
Knights as bold, in love divine
Guide the heaven’s eternal spire
But few can see its mystic time
Such love and peace do not tire
Within its walls, hails such grace
To enlighten all in cosmic rays
Angelic love woven as pure as lace
Embrace all, with love and praise.
© Ray Steed 2012
As the road climbs high towards Princetown from Yelverton, a place to park appears on the right hand side of the road. Above rises the granite out crop of Sharpitor hides a little its sister, Leather Tor. These tors are easy to access, with the extra few metres walk to Leather Tor, is worthwhile.
The view, as you sit upon the top is simply beautiful. The waters of Burrator lie beneath, with Down Tor and Sheeps Tor across the way. Woodland trees hug the lakeside, with care.
A place to dream as far as the mind may travel, To the sky and beyond, you may cast your thoughts upon the wind.
The Castle of Spirits
Next this field, within another realm
A castle rests, upon dimensions plane
A sign post, from those who teal the helm
Of creation, linked within its chain
Knights as bold, in love divine
Guide the heaven’s eternal spire
But few can see its mystic time
Such love and peace do not tire
Within its walls, hails such grace
To enlighten all in cosmic rays
Angelic love woven as pure as lace
Embrace all, with love and praise.
© Ray Steed 2012