Aberdare Poems - Poems about Aberdare

...Dawn, when silence falters And the trees of the range- Are tucked in a bucket of fog Marching dawn, whose beauty never alters, I tuck myself in blankets like a log At the Treetops Hotel upon th......Read More

...The clouds an oil painting sponge, Non forgiving rain falls from the sky. Raging streams turn into angry rivers: Shhhhhhhing through the forest scrub. While the quiet ones just trickle by. Sw......Read More

...So slick and sexy. Purred past Temple Bar. That throaty engine advertising punch. All legal London, strolling out for lunch, with turning heads declared, “Now that’s a car!” So many barristers......Read More

...Dawn, when silence falters And the trees of the range-  Are tucked in a bucket of fog Marching dawn whose beauty never alters. I tuck myself in blankets like a log At the Treetops Ho......Read More