The peaks of Snowdonia rise to the sky <br />And the scenery here so divine, <br />The pastures of green and the ranges before me <br />That glow as the sunlight does shine, <br />As I say bore da to the land of such beauty <br />For my friends are each mountain and field, <br />Good morning to all of God's creatures and flowers <br />And all of their glory they yield. <br /> <br />I walk through the meadows enchanting and peaceful <br />My heart is now lost to their grace, <br />The joy that I feel will belong here forever <br />And my thoughts shall remain of this place, <br />As I say bore da to the land of such wonder <br />For my friends are the valleys and streams, <br />Good morning to all of God's creatures and flowers <br />For this is the home of my dreams. <br /> <br />The lakes are a mirror so still and inspiring <br />The breeze over water now sails, <br />Through moorlands of heather in violet September <br />Which climb on the slopes of the vales, <br />As I say bore da to the land of such treasure <br />For my friends are the forests that grow, <br />Good morning to all of God's creatures and flowers <br />In nature's most wonderful show.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bore-da/
