For I Do Love This Valley

Mine heart 'tis a beating 'pon the very palms of Eden

And I'll ne'er leave this land, not even when I'm beaten

My ashes you are welcome, to throw at water foaming

To toot of owl and sweeping bat, my ghostly soul be roaming

Should ye spot a lonely spirit 'pon river's feral head

It may be me, fy ffrindiau, for I be far from dead

© 2023. Mrs WH