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Poetry Pleases: The Turning Point

“This land of running water
The thundering music of the mountains…’’

Bob Ellis the breathtaking splendour of the landscape of an ancient kingdom.

Slowly we left the valley of Betws-y-Coed
All greens, bright and somber
Soaring trees of magnificent splendor
Gently climbing, rain-cleansed
Ever hopeful of better things
We arrived at Cape Curig, the turning point

Capel Curig: lonely but not lonely
Cold and castaway
But home to weary limbs
End of the road to some
Beginning of the road for us

Turning the corner to another world
An all-encompassing windscreen vista
Of breathtaking rain-swept mountains
Starkly gleaming in the pouring rain
A thousand flashes of whitened torrents
Spilling down the mountainside
Going where?
This land of running water
The thundering music of the mountains

Pier Gynt personified
In a Welsh landscape of supreme beauty

Clouds billowed
Revealing a snow-capped peak
Snowed on Snowdon
Gleams of ice-rimmed rocks
Black on brown, white on gray
Grey on brown, black on white
An ever-changing world of color and sense

A lake intruded
Black water of styx-like memory
Metamorphic rocks straddled the mountainside
Historic beauty that conjured up deep Celtic feelings
Of past sedimentary changes

Eagles soared in glorious freedom
Though savage at the end
A payment for this hurting beauty
Another day, another passing

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From There is Wisdom in Walnuts; 27 Poems by Tony Ellis and a Couple by his Dad. ©2004 bob ellis / www.tonyellis.com


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