Mid-Wales – (in August)
By Rhiannonw
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Humpy hills, all ups and downs,
with glowing purple heather crowns,
paths of turf between fern patches,
bilberries, lichen, moss and rushes.
Skylarks from the carpet springing
– alarm calls (stilled their springtime singing).
Though we walk for many hours,
no sun today, nor stormy showers,
windswept – like the stunted thorn –
and no-one passes, all alone.
The ceiling’s wide, the air is clear
– high peaks far off, but round us here
the hidden cwms, hills unexplored,
dramatic views to savour and record.
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Comments
It sounds beautiful Rhiannon!
It sounds beautiful Rhiannon! Did you really mean the comma in line 6 to be where it is?
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Reading this, I could almost
Reading this, I could almost breathe the air. Lovely writing, Rhiannon - not only the scene so perfectly painted, but in the flow of words.
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
Lovely poem, this. I very much enjoy going to Wales, and this certainly calls to mind how it feels.
Jean
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I missed this one, until now,
I missed this one, until now, Rhiannon...a poem as stunning as its view.
Tina
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Windswept, lonely, dramatic
Windswept, lonely, dramatic views. If I could drive I would hire a campervan and go there. Great poem.
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Some wonderful observations
Some wonderful observations in this poem Rhiannon,
It takes me a while to get round to all my favourite poets, but I get there in the end.
This was rich in nature. Very much enjoyed.
Jenny.
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