Tomorrow, from the train,
I'll gaze out through the grimy glass
Upon the verdant quilts of pasture,
Sanguine cattle with their lazy stance,
That lonesome sheepdog worrying a fence,
The beaten blossoms' drifting snow ...
And, jostled by the syncopated voice
Upbraiding wheel on rail,
I'll smile within, and swear an oathÂ
To one day bring you here, my favorite Cymruphile ....
updated by @americymru: 11/30/16 07:58:13PM
