Does the land have a soul?
you ask
Well, I think it is so
that the land has a soul
at the very least
a memory
how else can it whisper
of the things it has seen
and heard
long times ago.

And this land of Wales
is where I discovered
it to be so
for my once
truly lost
and always
wandering soul.

This land
magical
mystical
mythical

This land of
stories
music
poems
dreams

this land of
mountains
mines
meadows
woodlands
beach
coastal cliffs
ancient forests
streams and rivulets
wildflowers
birdsong
storms
gentle breeze

A land
where light
plays with darkness
clear water
and reflections of sky
shadows and surprises
everywhere
a joy to every sense
and the eyes.

I’m sure there are other lands
not quite like this one
but with their own
stories and songs
people and poems
memories and dreams.

But this land
is where my soul
first awakened
to the magic
that is all around
and how to connect it
with the magic inside.

The magic of imagination
even as a man engine
that rises from the earth
and the people raise their voices
their voices are still weak
but they are getting stronger
it’s time to speak and speak.

The earth has been faithful
the people not quite so
few grew rich
precious metal
precious coal
precious people
oppressed by toil.

But many remember
just like the land
a precious treasure
to be earthy
and connected
to the soil.

So this a time
for fresh imaginations
let the land be celebrated
let the people be seen and heard.