Ref 49

WHEN I THINK OF WALES

Why is it when I think of

Wales

My heart, it melts once more

As I linger for a moment

Immersed in thoughts of that distant shore.

Of a land where mountains rise so high,

From which crystal rivers flow,

As they wend their way

Along unknown paths’

To those valleys’

Far below.

© Christine Field-Davies

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