Eithinog Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

I wandered through the waving grass
Where waxcap glowed like autumn trees,
And by the gorse the clover spread
Across the precious land,
The Menai shone as sunlight draped
The peaceful waters, calm and still,
And there I saw the mountains rise
Above the scrub they spanned.

Where pathways crossed, my choice I made
To follow each where'er thy led,
I wished to cover every inch
And find new sights to see,
I wandered through the waving grass
Those verdant trails so lush and green,
And in that place, I found myself
A deep serenity.