Bards' Corner	Poets & Poems at Ffwrwm
	Poems By Alan Barrow: (A member of the Tumbarlan Sound Poets) Song of the Mountains,  Arthur,  Merlin. Song of the Mountains From the fat valley from the flat vale the Roman cricked his neck toward the mountains alone. I there walk on the cushioned air of mountains alone. Within his world castle within his walled camp the Norman Shook his fist toward the mountains I there devoid of care secure in the mountain lair alone. By his bought water by his brought word the Englishman wills his shadow toward the mountains and wants them for his own. I there in despair burn and level (watch them level) my mountain home I I alone. with a lost suffering with a last shrug the Welshman turns his back toward the mountains I there thrice hear us deny our own the mountains alone. - Alan Barrow Arthur Arthur, things will never be the same What blasphemy is spoken in your name I he unworthy wish to link their lives to you But these are hapless, helpless days Wherein nobility, civility are never praised. All those once pleasant places Now are filled with lures To trap the magic that is yours. How tragic that the trappers, do not know the cost For such magic once trapped is forever lost                - Alan Barrow Merlin Welsh as rain yet rare as rainbows raw like pain shaped by God knows sightings strange as Vikings. Wedded to wood finds mettle in the minds of men part evil and part good ready to tip the balance when Might might overcome Right Wonder immersed in Magic Chief conjuror of charms This wanderer, well wisher, quick plants Arthur in our world chants. - Alan Barrow [Bards Corner]  [Shop]