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An interpretation in paint and verse of a day painting on Bradnor Hill near the Welsh hills, September 2009
On Bradnor Hill by Clive Williams
there is a place within my mind - cathedral like in majesty
whose soaring hawk describes its height upon the morning breeze
and bracken spiders spin their lives by rabbit nibbled aisles
my breath was caught on Bradnor Hill
words lost in awe as opal wisps of woodman's smoke
and hallowed splendour stilled my heart
and when we are gone away
and time robs man of youth and beauty
the spider still will turn its eye to distant folding hills
that lay as young lovers one with another
forever folded in gentle embrace
and Summer clouds drift silken sheets of gold upon their limbs
then will we softly catch our breath
and hold the beauty in a memory - if you were there with me