A short poem, inspired by many adventures in Wales, my grandparent's lives there,and Welsh ancestry.
Forbears' homeland.
Whips through oak, pine, beech, song of lush valleys.
Ancient. Melody of Celtic harp and flute, rolling green hills turn to stone, to slate, wilder and wilder, higher and higher. Fertile becomes barren.
Celestial kingdom, ruled by merciless elements, inhabited by hoof.
Rugged, hardened by time, scarred by ice sheets and man's hand.
Yet in the midst of the unforgiving landscape rises rivulet and stream, turn into rivers, lakes, Llyn.
Revitalizing, tumble and race to the ocean. Revival. Meet ferns and peninsulas of viridian, uniting with the Emerald Isle's sea. Stretches of beach and bleak sand giants, battling
barbarian swells.
Quieter here than in the fells, but still, the song of this land unites, beckons.
Thin place, close to the heavens.
He escaped factory and smoke to return to his roots, here, in the daffodils. Together they departed to even greener pastures.
A bridge, stepping stone from earth to sky.
I go to explore, to be refreshed, to breathe the air of the mountains and the sea, to listen to the ballad of the wild. Beyond.
"Teg yw edrych tuag adref." - It is good to look homewards.
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