TONMAWR
How can I tell you?
Of my mountain garden
Of the red kite that soars alone
Of the adder and the sparrow
Red robins in abundance
Of the secrets that I know
How can I tell you?
Of the walking paths
That curl up and beyond
Back down and around
Leading this way and that
Of the wild things that abound
How can I tell you?
Of the wild foxglove
And the yellow primrose
This valley kingdom all their own
Of the tinkling river that trickles by
Wherever it chooses to roam
How can I tell you?
Of the ponies in the fields
That run to say hello
Of the sheep
Who bay their warnings
On the valley slopes below
How can I tell you?
Of the open space
The clear skies
Of the magpie and the crow
Of the geese that fly by overhead
The call of owls at dusks rise
How can I tell you?
That the full moon calls my name
That it glitters like a jewel
On blackest slate
In the witching hour
Above my garden gate
How can I tell you?
Of the silence, of my awe
As I stand in the blackness
Under a canopy of stars
That in the garden of my mountain friend
I know a peace that never ends
How can I tell you....?
Marion Price (2019)
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Absolutely astonishing poetry could not stop reading
BRAVO .angel
Aw thankyou Angel, thanks for reading and commenting, very much appreciated ?
Hi Cherie...it's impossible to express all the still quiet magical moments we experience isn't it...but I'm going to keep trying...yes, I truly love my environment which I was lucky enough to be blessed with at the right time in my life. This place has healed me and to me, it truly is magical...thankyou so much, as ever ?