AFON GLASLYN

Rushing, splashing runs the river

Through the Aberglaslyn valley.

Sunlight flashes off the water

As it weaves between the boulders.

 

White the water as it dashes

Over pebbles, through the rapids.

Atomised, the mountain waters –

Mist now hanging in the broadleaves.

 

Footpath follows river’s progress;

Something splashes in the water –

Dipper diving for his supper,

Bobbing in the swirling eddies.

 

On the other bank, the railway :

Narrow gauge from port Caernarvon.

Piercing hoot of locomotive,

Hiss of steam and clanking carriage.

 

 

Passengers admire the beauty

Of the deep blue glassy waters.

Fifteen minutes from Porthmadog;

River slowing as it widens.

 

Poem by

Mike Jones

 

Done