Life On The Roof

  

A farm by the side
Would be the dream,
Flocks of white face
Sheep and ewe in pastures of evergreen
White face dotting the hills.

Happy and jumping high
This is the place I found you
Where we made it our home
Did you know
You are my Wales…

Playing along cliff and marsh
High mountains with valleys deep
Where the river Tawe flows
Past the Wye, wherever it goes
An ever flowing river; like us
Never banking twice.

A place to write she wrote
He is my rock and paper, my pen
Some letters which form words
But his words have formed my life
Patiently I waited for Him
Sometimes feeding the sheep
Never fleeting from the flocks.

Beyond the cliffs and hills
Watching their little lambs
Climbing upon the roofs
So steady and sure is the Ram.

With love and chiseled feelings
And hollowed out edges
From what was transfigured
When you became my all
All life was justified
And our dreams came true
High up there on that roof.

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