Jon Hamp writes:
the bridges say,
You do not walk in Wales today….
But I have walked and I have seen,
your rain, your light , your grey, your green.
A gentle ‘SO?’
these Cotswolds say….
we hold close counsel here today.
and hide our jewels in folds and pleats,
where green cloaks; beech and alder meet.
So, let your mountains hold their height,
We sleep in folds and pleats tonight.