Cadair Idris

I will sleep next to the bottomless lake

And awake either a poet or quite mad

 

I will sleep on the summit my friend

May God smile on us in our foolish hours

 

 

Mary Jones Mary Jones

That your tender feet walked to far

A marathon none the less

All this to hear the Lord’s good word

And to own his book to bless

 

 

 Anon