NANT LLUEST-FACH

Walking, I discover
Hills I never knew in thirty years of passing;
Valleys, deserted, hidden in folds and time:
Mair says once there was a community here
Self contained, sufficient unto itself

Walking, I find
Landscapes we could have seen before, perhaps shared
Their riches, dreamed their past, known their present:
I'm told these Druid hills sing history itself
Sing within; only to those who hear

Walking, I find
Close by, a land cloaked in winter mists, gossamered in summer
dews,
Beauty that seeks no knowing, asks no eye:
A few steps and civilisation fades beneath
Horizon'd hills, and hills, and hills

Walking, I discover
A new selfdom within the old; a sole soul that still rejoices
Pure peace that comes unasked, unstrained:
Cymric vales, mystic mounds, silent tops:
Calm, cerebral lands; cynghanedd of the heart.