Born Within The Shadows Of Mountains

Where the many woodland streams,
waterfalls, and twisting rivers
flow through the veins
of my ancient Celtic soul.
A place where two tongues are spoken,
but people mostly drunkenly sing
and swear their hearts out.
A magical, poetic place…
where Dragons are real,
and not just the stuff of fairy tales.
I could show you a Dram Road
where the ghosts of my Ancestors
still nightly tread
the unsteady pathway home
from either The Collier’s
or The Miner’s Arms.
My roving feet have wandered wide,
but nowhere does the Spring sunshine
BOUNCE like it does
off the surface of the Tennant Canal,
just before Neath Abbey Ruins…
or a mischievous twinkle in an eye
reveal far more than an (elsewhere) smile.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer, who’s currently up to his elbows in Magic, and long may it remain this way. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.