Coed Garnllwyd Walk, Llancarfan
A glance from the field displays a line of green,
Waving back and forth, for as far as can be seen,
A chosen path the gentle scrub has allowed through,
Human interaction has created steps too,
In the distance.
Meadow's dancing to the swift gentle breeze,
Flower Buds loving every minute, after the freeze,
The river winding its way, repeating the circle,
As trees gaze down.
Ancient buildings wrecked with still an aura of life,
The river rerouted to make way for modern strife.
Gnarled trees still lay strong where they fell,
Old sprouting buds must have a story to tell!
While wild garlic smells all around,
Like a historical museum on this ancient ground.
Copyright © Jeffrey Heathfield | Year Posted 2019
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