Wales and the wonderful mountains

10,000 years ago
The mountains formed
And seemingly
Rose up to be counted
The Welsh expectantly
Any one who saw
These wondrous rocky edifices
Would in fact see what we see

Look across the valleys
How the summits do reach high
Often into a cloudscape
The Neolithic eye, and our eye
Would see much the same
Perfection if you feel
The radiance and picturesqueness
Essentially was real

What was a reassurance
As expectations grew
These monstrous hills
across the way
Where streams and sunlight
Spills
Trees and flora
Shared the goodness
As they did, so do we
Felt the glorious power
Of being actually free

To discover the great wonderment
To be drawn by it and
Know
Although perhaps beyond our reach
A journey that would grow
To a new elevation
Into the clouds perchance
To an eternal kingdom
Where the Fay and forests
Dance
A paradise bold mythical
Elysian Fields that might
Wild souls flying higher
Reaching to a greater height

The mountains that still make us gasp
Where rainbows decorate
A grateful liberation
Endlessly we wait
Flexing our muscles
And climbing
Wading through icy streams
Enjoying the marvellous freedom
Building on our dreams

Spread across the countryside
Mountains ranges still
Excite our inner senses
Such privilege doth spill
Building our agility
Searching for that peace
The Neolithic people
And now us a release

From the perturbing energies
Each would have faced
And we
Are still drawn to the massiveness
The confounded harmony
Different kinds of vegetable life
And the animals life up there
Sources of beauty and of danger
The alarm and the despair.

The mountains in the distance
Rising from the the
Earth
Gigantic rock formations
Really hold much worth
What we see ancestors saw
Probably The very same
Their thoughts and ours
Perhaps they gazed
And quietly raised
Their senses across the hours

Attracting many travellers
Climbers too, maybe
The Cambrians the Black Mountains
The Brecon Beacons we
Feel the same surge actually
The excitement
In our core
To now be living closer to them
And yes to adore

Observing all the seasons
The importance of them all
The awareness of the sabbat’s
The customary recall
The customs and traditions
The spontaneity
The exercise of will
And The glorious truth for all to see.

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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