Coity Mawr

Descending down from lofty  mountain grandeur 
Below the stark outline of the Dramatic  ridge 
A verdant valley
Softened  still by signs of Spring 
Unfurling leaves and the
Plaintive  call of lambs 
Flanked  with  green growth in
Poignant urgency 
Beneath  which
A slower pace is found;
Concealed,  
The Woodland Secrets of 
Anemone and violets
Carpet
Moss covered walls glistening with Beads of water 
And creep  
Through steep woodland banks
Cloaked in ivy ;
As  ancient tracks wind their way 
Down in timeless fashion,   
A secret drive where all is still
Hugs the valley side
Hidden from all,
but those who know,
Those gates of
Coity Mawr
She sits in quiet regal elegance 
A time- worn precious jewel.