Stormy

Snowdonia’s Mountains
Protect us
The winds threaten
Often, and we
Who live in the various areas
Perhaps near an estuary
Suffer the wintry vagaries
The menacing thunderous roar
That comes into the stone houses vistas
A banshee that few dare ignore

Chimneys and log fires
Are prevalent
Invoking curses galore
The Birches and Hazels and. hawthorns
The ancient woods seen in the raw
Snow when it comes in the Winter
Not everywhere, will it fall
High on the summits it whitens
But not in the hamlets at all

It’s to do with the winds
And direction
The thunderous roar that we hear
The thrashes the many dry stone
Walls steps and houses
That litter this land
And freeze if you like
Every bone

Ominousness we can feel it
Over the valleys we see
The arrogant use of vile chem trails
Blotting the sun seriously
Governments centrally wrecking
Such ignorance nationally
This country of marvellous resilience
Can only survive and can be
Successful by moving the power base
Encouraging real people to
Work for the country
Not just for themselves
And go back in time