Such beauty a luscious green, rolling hills continuously ecclesiastically pastoral
Such beauty as never before seen
meticulously flowing as part of a wondrous landscape then underneath lies a soddy mire
Indiscriminately laid bare as if a feast before our very eyes desperately feeding a calm desire
River runs clear through the forest track
Inspirational rush on a dead mans back
trodden over for a thousand years
gone so long are the pain and the tears
The cinders path you used to tread
now laid out from the bones of the dead
Grand old mansion so proudly built
From the stones around set laid back
All succumb to this beautiful place
This fabulous, wonderful land of grace.
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