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Cairn(s)
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Behind the mist
That shifts and stirs, to lap itself again
Round the enduring patience of the crag
A sheep, somewhere amid old drifts of snow
Wails out its wet and solitary grief
And gets no answer but the moss's drip....
(E H Young - Ysgolion Duon)
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Posted by GLADMAN
13th February 2010ce
Edited 13th February 2010ce
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