Tawny green grass, torn mountain slopes
took my breath and miner's hopes.
Pushed me gently up the hill,
where to watch the vista spill
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An evocative poem with such atmosphere. 'Where the brush of creation lovingly touched' is a lovely line. Where is St Bathans, I wonder?