On Granite Tors

To stand aloft a mighty eminence, 
Command of stature and of height 
The strength defined in granite
Hewn by fire 
Of feldspar, quartz and mica drawn,
Defining presence through
Towering walls of rock; 
Those Tors,with magnificence 
From  ancient 
Crucibles were formed
Resplendent of refiner’s fire 
To forge the views of upland ridge; 
From whence deep wooded valleys Plunge to hidden depths
Where cold,the river tumbles through
A narrowing contoured gap 
From which in summer natural pools are made 
Now churn with greater urgency
A foam of white;
The moor, its wildness casts a spell
In alchemy;
It stirs the mind and sates
The soul; 
Fragility in wildness found:
This upland landscape scarred by time.