Betsy-y – Coed

Where clouds come down and kiss the mountains
Where rivers violently exclaim
Rushing over rocks of ages creating
The white water fame
Swallow falls just so much water
Is descending from long ago
Can you hear the myriad bird song
And the Packhorse bridge that many know
A grade two listed age old soul son
Moss just growing everywhere
No wonder artists came to show
Their painting prowess
Conwy Railways
All kinds of trees
Apparently
Are happy in this watery
Hollow
It really is a place for me

Walking trails up to the mountains
A busy village people do
Wander around this place of beauty
An Alpine picture
Oft in view
So much to do and see
Just wander, think of the solitude
All share
Snowdonia a park of plenty
It is here and it is there.