David Burton Richardson

(13 January 1961)

THE VALLEY


The Valley high, the Valley low
Of loathesome histories past
I long to see and long to go
Where memory comes to pass
Big Black mounds of Deathly Black
And shallow Stones and Coal dust Slack
The dark chasm Green of slithering Grass
The shivering Sheep that dare not pass
The brooding Black of silhouette Trees
The Bone crushed Stones and shambled Leaves
This Valley high and Valley low
Has borne my Soul and helped me grow
And when i die, my Bones will cast
And become a part of Histories past.

Submitted: Friday, May 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013

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The Welsh Valleys has inspired and nourished my work, both in Poetry and Painting.

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  • Michael Oliver (6/1/2013 4:15:00 PM)

    this goes beyond love? The landscape is you and you the landscape think. And so well written. An addition to my favourite list.. (Report) Reply

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