Trails I wander over yonder, nothing's fonder to my eyes.
On twisting trails, through hills and vales, my spirit sails. It really flies!
The lovely scenes - the reds, the greens - the in-betweens, to my delight,
all lift my soul. They make me whole as I extoll them, when I write.
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Author Notes
This is a picture of the park near my house where my wife and I frequently walk. This was in the fall. We enjoy this well paved path.
This poem is a Rhupunt
The Rhupunt is another Welsh poetic format. It contains four syllable lines in each stanza, which can be of three, four or five lines a..a..a..B. The next stanza rhymes the similar c..c..c..B. The rhyme could change for the next stanzas. We end up with a pattern thus:
x x x a
x x x a
x x x a
x x x B
x x x c
x x x c
x x x c
x x x B
It is common to join the lines together and end up with the two stanzas making a line each. The following stanzas would do the same and the result is as shown below in the Rhupunt long.
x x x a x x x a x x x a x x x B
x x x c x x x c x x x c x x x B
This photograph was taken by the author himself on October 2, 2015.
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