Cader Idris

Cader Idris peeps from its missionary high

Shrouded  in mist, with its purposeful eye

Aware of all  history, rugged it be

A great chair of Idris something to see
blood curdling light a dominant force

a giant evokes its historic source

looking down at Dolgellau

a township of soul
where the Welsh people live

and are loved in the role

observers all wanting

stone walls that be

In an ancient

Embrace

With their true destiny

many have climbed And have felt honestly
the paths to the summit
And just being free

Accompanying them

With such beauty and grace

how many of them observantly chase

a rhyme in the making

a magic ascent

Observant  of meter

their spirit  they lent

as azure lakes sparkle

and senses proclaim

a mountainous effort an immeasurable

fame

stout boots and souls drenched in muscle and brawn

Those  who sleep in it’s aura

are woken at dawn

reciting their stanzas

a madness some say

A wonderful talent

born out of the fey.