Snowdonia

It be August
And the poet stares
Across the mountains
Singles and pairs
Of Bilberries
High elevations
Many names
And illustrations

Wind berry also blay berry
Heather berries too
Huckleberries
All these names
Where the gorse and Heather view
Stems upright and bushy
A cogwheel circle seen
One fruit per stalk
Red fleshed
A flourishing scene

A reverence for Nature
Star berries sometimes called
Masses of them drench the mountain sides
Myrtillus hauled
Foraging in late July
and early August we
Can
Bag ourselves some woody heights
And a wonderful draught of tea

Powder the leaves and sprinkle
Around one’s new abode
Remove the hex or run of bad luck
Coming down the road
Acidic soil near silver birch
A goodly chance to find
Masses of these healthy sorts
AlL bound to blow one’s mind