The Welsh people

Being in Wales
Meeting it’s people
Everyone’s
friendly
That’s what I have found
I love the North
The lakes and the mountains
Thoughtful and caring
And wonderfully sharing

A word like belonging
A kind of fellowship
Closer to Nature
Emboldened I feel
To the mountain protectors
All greeting the sky
The sparkling streams
Where Observance is high

Smiles far from rare
Resigned seemingly
To aid and assist
Many wonders to see
A wonderland out there
Great mountains we see
Slate and great Heather
Just running free

In the light flaming red
Dramatic it be
Bringing good fortune
It seems to me
The sheep they are everywhere
Slow moving souls
Munching away
They own their roles
In all weathers, they
Audaciously climb
At the butt of each day

Not a care in the world
The patience of Job
Loving each other
Each woolly robe
Safeguarding their bodies
From the cry of the wind
The lament heaven sent
All, determined

Unruffled by strong blasts
And, steep inclines
They come into the road
Not reading the signs
The motorists some of them
Foot down and away
It’s a wonder the sheep don’t get
Flattened I say

So many colours subtle and strong
The grit of the masonry
They all belong
to the great mountain vistas
The mountain sides where
All manner of plants grow
Companions, who share.