The echoing beats of my heart
In our land out – stretched
Before the arches and tip toed toes of my feet.
I feel the resonances beat.
I feel the rhythm of my ancestors land.
This land holds and harnesses the silent inner beat, that captivates my heart. Then encased within the captivating melody of chimed breezes.
My eyes dance at the grace and wonder befalling my eyes. The souls of our fore fathers – penetrating forth and through my heart. Your human body vessells did not die in vain, For they nourish our lands before our feet,
And from you more life is created. Each of our fore fathers knowledge, and windows of memories from within their souls, Is all harnessed in these lands. For Nature’s song heals my wounds.
Copyright Myfanwy 2019
Posted in: Poetry/ Ancient Traditions