Wales

Climbing
Up
The
Broken
Hill,
Loose
Shale
Underfoot,
And
Across
A
Winding
Rill
Gone
Dry,
Under
A
Cloudless
Sky.
I Slipped
And
Slid,
But
Made
It
To
The
Rock
Strewn
Top,
The
Land
Far
Below,
And
I Have
Come
To
Know
How
Truly
Grand
It
Was
To
Stand
There
In
The
Clear
Air,
The
Triumph
Brief,
The
Risky
Journey
Down
No
Real
Relief.