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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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