North Wales
North Wales
Does it always rain in Wales, or is it about to rain
dark sky over hills and dales, a sprinkle of sheep
abandon farms and ancient cottages where mad
poets find attractive.
The Chapel and pub do the same work, saving souls
from the dread of living when it is about to rain.
I hear a Welsh choir singing a hymn.
Near the coast by the sea is a caravan park, a place
where non-singers live, think the lead sea is beautiful.
the dark song harmonies with the tree landscape
and sounds eerily beautiful
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