Pandy Bach

On a bend it stands so quietly
For many moons me thinks
In a secret hallowed garden
To a leaning cow shed links
An ancientness about it all
Secluded and alone
A house of Fae remembrance
One look and I did know

It’s rampant stones exceptional
A place for silent owls
Often heard but seldom seen
Windswept how it howls
Around the rooves in Winter
It’s history so long
Ghosts of many stalk it’s grounds
Friendly folk of long ago
A fulling mill of yesteryear
A house that likes to show

Itself off to the travellers
Atop the wilder older souls
Inside the wondrous inglenook
Imagine winter’s goals
Sitting with a parchment
Composing as some do
Drawing on the auric state
That quietly is in view

I so loved seeing Pandy Bach
Immersed in its glorious worth
A haven of antiquity
Rising from the earth
A soft look to its meaning
A restful place to be
Happy yule to the ladies
Who live there regularly

Thankyou for sending me the survey
1 so loved your wonderful home

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