TIR IARLL
From the haul up, to the bustle of the main road,
this then is the vista of where I live.
This then is my view of the nature park I inhabit,
verdant green giving way to the bracken brown
slithers
around the mountainous valley.
Peace and beauty pervade our senses of awe
as nothing is ever really lost.
Save the beauty when the cold chill of Winter
savages; Splendour befalls me again
and again ...on this my land.
(Previously written poem included in cycle)