Walking, I discover

Hills I never knew in thirty years of passing;

Valleys, deserted, hidden in folds and time:

Mair says once there was a community here

Self contained, sufficient unto itself

 

Walking, I find

Landscapes we could have seen before, perhaps shared

Their riches, dreamed their past, known their present:

I'm told these Druid hills sing history itself

Sing within; only to those who hear

 

Walking, I find

Close by, a land cloaked in winter mists, gossamered in summer dews,

Beauty that seeks no knowing, asks no eye:

A few steps and civilisation fades beneath

Horizon'd hills, and hills, and hills

 

Walking, I discover

A new selfdom within the old; a soul that still rejoices

Pure peace that comes unasked, unstrained:

Cymric vales, mystic mounds, silent tops:

Calm, cerebral lands; cynghanedd of the heart.