Poems...

//A Flock of Birds// Reading Between the Lines// The Gift// A Mother’s Love// Level in My Breeze// My Burning Desires// We’re Going To See Graham Today// Clocks// The Meadow// Evening Stream// Beacons// Unconditional Love// Honey and Vanilla Ballet// Beads// The Photograph// Sitting on the Banks of the Wye// Spritual Princess// Drops of Heaven// Pen Y Fan// Chill// The Wardrobe// Y Mynydd Du// Life Time// To A Pilot Who Guides Me On My Path// First Journey// Floating Feather// Early Morning Caesarian// Mrs Davies// The special effects of flakes// The Welsh Lad of the Mountain// Hush Now. Just Listen.// A Welsh Mountain Kind// Blowing Down The Cwm// Destiny// Drive Your Own Screensaver// Maximus And His Friend// The Dance Of The Queens// 10th of March 2007//

Introduction to 'Beacons':

The Brecon Beacons are a group glacial escarpments close to where I work, near the market town of Brecon, in Powys. Wales.

It is a very popular tourist destination and hoards flock every year to walk up to the summit of Pen Y Fan, the highest point.

But as I wrote this I thought what do all these people experience; is it the journey there and back for surely life is not just to summit, but to walk the path and to know that one is in the presence of the steps taken.

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Beacons Oh Beacons, ’Fan’s endless journey

Reaching over oak and moor, over me; your shadow

Crisp and fresh in the new day dawn;

I pray to you every morn.

 

You ease my heart you free my spirit,

The truth, my existence, you are my path;

Of the happiness and joy to walk as one,

For on your hallowed ground, I need no staff.

 

My thoughts of mind in step,

and upon the stone where I do sit.

Not cast away to distant fare,

beyond your mound, your summit’s chair.

 

I have no care to worry, I have no care to rush;

I have no care of wanting to be anywhere else.

Your horizon, to see: ’tis sometimes tough

to view your Beacons as myself.

 

But you give me the peace of being home,

In God’s valley; In God’s cwm.

From every direction your angles shine;

Spirit of Beacon’s, the same in mine.