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Snowdon Looms I

Imagine yourself back upon past joys,
A place best remembered where Snowdon employs,
With a loom for a tune Her present tack,
Under zeppelin clouds skirting a track,
Bonding with lands afar, visions aplenty,
Thus stretching forth this day four and twenty,
Awen came down from blessed mountainside,
Whence dispirit moment sought by Padarn wide,
And healed with Yr Wyddfa affirmation-
A salvation of natural donation.

Think of yourself re-visiting an old home,
Rewarding sentimentality's roam,
That emotive landscaping premiere -
Spring! the vox populi of the whole year,
Where cloud-banks expend chilly remainder,
Of winter's fading face and season-changer,
With grace reminding, light extracts promise,
From the clutches faith duly pays homage,
The sweet divine is a rhythm received,
So scorn the bigots, free your life retrieved.

Snowdon looms large within deep hearted Souls,
Tweaking emotions, sensing peaks and roles,
Inviting our part to play in layers,
Nature's display with empathic prayers,
State the independence of free spirit,
One entity, a mountain show of merit,
Twists and turns but offers one direction,
Choose now seeking Heavenly projection,
Sordid social ills be done with penance,
Such devotional vista's give life essence.

24 April, 2014
©Daniel Brooks-Laurent

(All my work is copyrighted but if you are interested or have any requests, just contact me. Thank you.)

Description
Snowdon Looms I

Imagine yourself back upon past joys,
A place best remembered where Snowdon employs,
With a loom for a tune Her present tack,
Under zeppelin clouds skirting a track,
Bonding with lands afar, visions aplenty,
Thus stretching forth this day four and twenty,
Awen came down from blessed mountainside,
Whence dispirit moment sought by Padarn wide,
And healed with Yr Wyddfa affirmation-
A salvation of natural donation.

Think of yourself re-visiting an old home,
Rewarding sentimentality's roam,
That emotive landscaping premiere -
Spring! the vox populi of the whole year,
Where cloud-banks expend chilly remainder,
Of winter's fading face and season-changer,
With grace reminding, light extracts promise,
From the clutches faith duly pays homage,
The sweet divine is a rhythm received,
So scorn the bigots, free your life retrieved.

Snowdon looms large within deep hearted Souls,
Tweaking emotions, sensing peaks and roles,
Inviting our part to play in layers,
Nature's display with empathic prayers,
State the independence of free spirit,
One entity, a mountain show of merit,
Twists and turns but offers one direction,
Choose now seeking Heavenly projection,
Sordid social ills be done with penance,
Such devotional vista's give life essence.

24 April, 2014
©Daniel Brooks-Laurent

(All my work is copyrighted but if you are interested or have any requests, just contact me. Thank you.)