A place like a different home
The dragon is haunting your dreams
Another place
A different tongue
A red on green and white
Rough hills
Creeks cutting through
Slate slopesides
Changing face of sun and clouds
On grey-green glens
Foaming waterfalls leaving white trails
And wind is tugging at me,
Tousling my hair
Sprays of rain,
Showers of hail,
Wandering sun
And glistening rocks
There in the far distance
Yr Wyddfa, which I've never seen
The rolling hills right here I see
Rocky snow-covered mountain tops
And the wild coast waiting out there
Savage and cultivated forests
White sheep, dots on green slopes
Small town market
Winding alleyways
And people speaking in tongues
Wild Wales entangles
Whoever ventures too close...
(260395 Caerfyrddin, Llanbedr Pont Steffan, Tregaron, Llyn Brianne, Aberteifi)