There is nothing more wise for me to say
Then to be on mowcop on a clears day
Whilst Surrounded by heather, a tower of stone in the heavens it reaches
A scene Far more pleasant than any beaches
Stand at its summit and gaze across vast  lands of green
And Whilst bathing in its secluded silence you will glean
Stand at its ancient steps and bare witness as the sun descends down
 i promise you friend itll raise any thrown.
Like a calm sea the plains seam  as  shadows float over by.
above it lies that picturesque orange, cream , blanket sky
Peacefully on the banks a man of stone quietly   lies
Forever gazing at that endless cativating sky
There Is nothing more wise for me to say
than to be on mowcop on a clears day.

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