Dolgellau

A pastel blue sky

Moelwynion on high

the white hill

The little white hill

staring down

at Dolgellau

it’s pinnacle beauty

a backdrop of grandness

the town

nestled below many listed

dry stone walls

narrow lanes

pretty hills

crowded together

parkland and woods

tight sun kissed roof tops
wrestled and nestled
the river the bridges all good

they guard us They bring us

to glory

cobbles and buildings of stone

all kinds of shops

exciting stops

over the centuries it’s grown

puffs of white cloud

drenched in sunlight
a jet steals our tranquility
It’s  engines burstingExplosively noisily

Awelfa’s windows shudderingly pounding

Natives  don’t bother

travellers, well they

hear them above us

it’s a Thursday.