The high force of the of Tees is cruel
The water earth still fight a duel.
The looming rocks and cliffs severe
Fill my heart with violent fear.
Cross Fell so dark so huge so wild
Unfit for sheep and beasts so mild
As we drove South our Northern hearts
Like the river plunged in doubt
The savage Pennines called us back.
In the rocks there is a crack
And through this crack the scent and feel
Recall to us the place that heals
Not all the world is mild and small
Hear the mountains as they call.