Claire Sanders

Wales - Cariad Cwmdu

My eyes fell gently upon this verdant, fertile place

Mountain islands floating in morning mist

Giant trees home for cuckoos and creepers and such

Castles, once proud battlements, now ruins pon hillocks

In this magical green haven, this historical land.

 

A place where Buzzards and Red Kites soar freely and live to hunt

Sheep graze salt marshes till ready and plump

Language is treasured, arts, crafts and tales passed down to the young

There is Bara Brith and Lava Bread but only one is baked

Where blue slate is polished and they mine their own gold.

 

Tradition and countryside live on as passed from hand to hand,

Protection of their heritage the charge of every man

Despite the rain, it is wild beauty, nature is abundant,

For this country so vibrant, true and keen is Wales

And my friend, I confess, I have learned to love it so.

 

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 10, 2014

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