Description: Original poetry inspired by the surrounding area of Llangunllo, Powys, Wales.
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Sweet maiden’s first day serenades, Her promise for the year, A descant laced with hopeful song, Her landscape, flushed with cheer.
It’s not the great beer that draws us all here, It’s not classy wine that tastes so damn fine, It’s not flavoured gin, that was once mother’s ruin, It’s not vintage brandy, the shorts, or the shandy, It’s not fancy mixers, the whiskey, the spritzers, It’s not cider, crisps, cocktails, scratchings or mocktails.
An apple hung upon a tree, It stood out from the rest. Ruby red, sun ripened skin I knew I’d picked the best!