High in the hills of Wales
somewhere above Ceredigion
a fenceless gate swings in the wind.
Bold spirit are you?
A rugged glance, good boots or a 4 time 4
and you're away
among sheep and ravens
cloudwise among crags
bogs and sudden mist
a falling white-out
lost in the desert
coming down a valley no-one ever saw before
the dead still sing in the Inn
finding a way home not so easy then
they make you welcome - see beer's good
hard to get away and the company cheerful
nothing to worry about – see the view in the rear mirror
mark me fading,
boyo - just you take care in Wales.
fenceless gates swinging
are saying more in the wind
than you take them for. Having another are you?