A Valley Town

 

Nant Ffrancon - Kel Harvey

A Valley Town

For Al Bonc

A valley town cleaves to it's own
In memory of it's lost,
The echoes of our voices on the wind.

A valley town grieves for it's own
In memory of it's past;
The rain and the wind disinterested,
 
And unmoved by our reflections;
Memory itself untouched,
Meditations unmediated;

Humbled, we go our ways alone
In memory of our loss,
The hard path our present: memory itself.

Kel Harvey