Poem About The Welsh Village Of Capel Garmon

Poem About The Welsh Village Of Capel Garmon.
When you look in North Wales,
To see your time in the land of castles, dragons, and tales,
In Capel Garmon's ancient embrace, 
Where whispers of history find their place, 
Among the hills, where legends roam, 
Lies a village, a Welsh gem, a home.

In shadowed valleys, secrets sleep, 
Neolithic whispers, buried deep, 
Cairns and circles, stories told, 
Of ancient hands, in times of old.

Houses snug 'neath hills' embrace, 
With walls of stone, their history trace, 
Windows wink in the morning light, 
Welcoming dawn, banishing night.

The roads wind on, through fields so green, 
Where sheep and cattle graze, serene, 
Paths for hikers, bold and free, 
To wander 'neath the canopy.

On rugged trails, where boots have trod, 
With every step, we feel a nod, 
From hills that stand, in silent grace, 
Guardians of this timeless place.

And as the sun begins to set, 
Painting the sky in hues of wet, 
Capel Garmon whispers once more, 
Of beauty, history, forevermore.
This story yet there will be lore.