Category Archives: Pandy Bach

Taste them hills and feel that force

To rapturous applause the river gurgles & we see A churning of the muddy hills and looking splendidly Able to wash downwards rivulets of sound A mist created landscape weighted with a ground Of much ness all performing suggestive of … Continue reading

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Pandy Bach

On a bend it stands so quietly For many moons me thinks In a secret hallowed garden To a leaning cow shed links An ancientness about it all Secluded and alone A house of Fae remembrance One look and I … Continue reading

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