A Farmhouse Vale

A Farmhouse Vale Mist evolves down the hillside into the vale Where the farmhouses sit all put together There’s no sense of wind here, there’s no bit of gale Just one leery breeze that blends with the other The houses confine themselves within the shade And warmth flows there inside the chimneys conveyed Where some sides of the buildings glisten in light Sparkles with joy from now until the broad night It is early morning, fires are still aglow Burned all night with wood stored in the wicker trug Sparks, spitting out making a huge firework show A carefully placed guard to save the rag rug. Mam is stirring the porridge, a lovely sight Papa’s gone to the byre, check cows are alright Daybreak is here, the children need to awake Breakfast, then the long trek to school they must take Within the boundaries so warm and cozy The sights of any day of enlightenment No matter day or night the valley I see Complete, whole and surely full of contentment Around the kitchen table they had sat this night Mam with her sewing, Papa smiling at the sight Children asleep tucked up in their gossamer down In this idyllic place, the valley they call home COLLAB. between Russell Sivey and Seren Roberts There is a picture on Blog to show you what inspired us.