In Snowdonia


Astride the rock
And gazing down into the blue-gree tarn
Where a mountain rill flows noisily,
And a solitary gull wings
Its lazy way over hill and vale;

A group of girl hikers,
Fresh as lavender flowers
And sweet as summer roses
Wind around the pathway to my rear,
And, with giggles
And smiles

Pass me by.

[The above was first published in A Purpose Strong And Bright; for related photographs click here.]

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