In soft pastures, and on top of mountain trails.
Again, I return to the land of Cymru vales.
The land to make hearty and hale.
Mist cover the cottages on the hill of Treharris.
Green, vale, and life to bring
Creatures, young and brought with Spring.
Hear the baas and bleating, the lambs that sing,
In their fields which is their chalice.
Fossils to find amongst slate in Monknash,
Taking my time, growing slow, a child’s time to pass.
A hammer to take, and open and smash,
Childhood adventures in the land of Wales.

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