I am so on my own
\nIn my cool mountain nest
\nOverlooking the moelwyns
\nPitching with zest
\nWhose skirt of dark crimson
\nAnd great mists of grey
\nLook out down the valley
\nBelow them today
\nHistory taught us
\nAn emerald cloak
\nResisting beyond all else
\nA wispy soak
\nThe cry of the windswept
\nThe gulls honoured scream
\nBoundless extending
\nMore so than would seem<\/p>\n
Histories trajectory
\nSolemnly sighs
\nThe rooftops hang fire
\nWhere mist covered skies
\nEvolve in their blissful and awkward acclaim
\nIt\u2019s the spirits of yesteryear
\nThat knowingly name.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am so on my own In my cool mountain nest Overlooking the moelwyns Pitching with zest Whose skirt of dark crimson And great mists of grey Look out down the valley Below them today History taught us An emerald … Continue reading