Monday, 7 May 2012

Dolwyddelan

These strong stone walls, a fortress
From the restless moaning wind
After the cold, this warmth is bliss
The peace brings chaos to an end

The buffeting force of the gale outside
Gives way to the quiet of this inner space
The thick stout stones a place to hide
From the weather in this rugged place

Outside the land is wild and rough
Though beautiful in the shining sun
Inside the shelter homely enough
A towered defence for a prince long gone