Where the rivers meet we walk where the grass smells sweet we talk where the Monnow stands we're holding hands
Overhead a circling hawk

Where the castle stood we talk where  the earth is mud we walk where the Monnow flows and friendship grows
Overhead the clouds grow dark

Where the meadows green we walk where the skies turn mean we talk
Where the Monnow twists. we turn and kiss
Overhead  a circling hawk

29.7.17 JG

Morning in Monnow Vale

Take my hand and let us walk awhile,
Together we’ll feel the dew- making breath of dawn
and greet the sun with grateful exultation.
We’ll hear Earth’s gentle verdant giant yawn
and wash our minds in birdsong mile by mile.
perchance a kiss will give love its affirmation
or else affection may be written in a smile.

I won’t clothe your hopes in easy promises
Or try to embody the essence of all that’s good.
You will know me and you will know the truth-
Oh yes. You may go. That much is understood.

Feel me, the very me inside of you;
Nothing more pure, no better than this could be.
These great moments the mundane betray.
Feel, feel life’s passion not cling to its debris!