Mystical mountains with rolling hills
Old Castles and water mills
Green fields and blue lakes
Close your eyes that's all it takes
Open spaces looking across fields of green
So breath taking they have to be seen
Rivers deep and oceans wide
We even have our own seaside
Twinning towns of yesterday
Lots of festivals even in May
White water rafting taking place
Sometimes that turns into a race
Pistyll Rhaeadr and Wrexham steeple,
Snowdon's mountain without its people,
Overton Yew-trees, St. Winifred wells,
Llangollen Bridge and Gresford bells
Sheepdog trials and market towns
We also have a fox and hounds
Waterfalls and much more
Most of this I just look out of the door
The Land of song is where I call home
This is the place from where I roam
Valleys deep and mountains high
Peaks that reach to touch blue sky...
Welcome to Wales...
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You describe it perfectly too. I live in another celtic area of this our earth, I recognise many similarities, such a green and pleasant land we are lucky enough to dwell in. A fine tribute to Wales, smiling at you, Tai