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The small village of Llanvihangel Crucorney lies on the eastern edge of the Black Mountains in the Brecon Beacons National Park. The village sits at the entrance to the Vale of Ewyas (also known as the Llanthony valley). The sweeping hill the village sits on is a terminal moraine, deposited during the last Ice Age, that marks the maximum advance of a glacier that once flowed down the valley. The Skirrid is located just to the south; its distinctive peak forms an imposing local landmark. The village is surrounded by farmland with a mix of pasture, for sheep and dairy cattle grazing, and arable crops. The area is popular with hill walkers and the long-distance trails the Beacons Way and Offa's Dyke Path pass close by.
Fields of beauty, coloured green
Surrounded by trees, like a dream
Of the creations special wonder
That does bloom and rise under
The skies that stretch, coloured blue
Over the trees, that surround you
Shapely reflections before my eyes
Underneath the floating skies
What pretty patterns, you do draw
Beyond sweet natures wild shore
Where you reign, the natural queen
Your divine beauty, it is seen
Forever filling, all watching eyes
With its reflection, created from the skies
Above the green, up in the sky
Clouds they build and they fly
Over natures mirror, where is seen
In the water, between the green
A beautiful reflection, sent from the skies
That high above, slowly flies
Over the vivid wild green land
Sculpted by a mysterious hand
Under the vivid skies of blue
That stretch wide in front of you
Rises the tower, the tower of peace
It rises so bravely, up in the East
Where it stands bravely, never afraid
Of the evil, that is now being made
Above it, around it , on every side
But it stands tall, it never does hide
Until the dark clouds they disappear
And no longer does fall, not one single tear
On the face, from freedoms eyes
That tower above, into vivid blue skies
Far, far, far, away
Stretching to another day
I see, so many trees
Blowing in the Summer breeze
In their branches ,high above
Hangs the treasure of sweet love
Waiting for a hand to rise
There to claim, a beautiful prize
Hold it close, hold it tight
As the sun, it shines down bright
On the trees, so far away
Stretching to another day
It's a while since I posted a pochard so today is a showcase for the very different looking male and female.
These guys used to be regular visitors to the tarn. Recent years though have seen a decline in sightings, so it was good to come across this beauty.
The once-common Pochard is now under threat because its populations are declining rapidly. The UK is an important winter destination for the Pochard, with 48,000 birds visiting our wetlands and coasts.
Pochard male - Aythya Ferina
Yeadon Tarn Leeds
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Stepping out, under the trees
That blow serenely in the breeze
Leading you to the skies
Where the bird of love now flies
Dancing sweetly on the breeze
Over the steps, rising through the trees
This old GMC is still being used today by a local business in my hometown.
Country style delivery at its best.
I hope everyone has a good week and I thank ya kindly for stopping in guys!!
Always appreciated...
In the Flemish Ardennes, famous among riders for its steep cobblestone hills, the gently undulating landscape is a feast for the eyes, especially during spring.
In de Vlaamse Ardennen, beroemd bij renners om zijn steile heuvels in kasseistenen, is het licht heuvelend landschap, vooral tijdens de lente een lust voor het oog.
I see you blooming, standing tall
On the breeze , i hear your call
Calling me to walk the green
Over the fields, where you are seen
Calling me to rest below
As the rays of Spring they flow
Down from the kingdom of the skies
lighting your beauty, before my eyes
You do see black and red
Resting on a wild bed
Many wings they are seen
Waiting to fly across the green
Gliding on the Summer breeze
Over the hills and the trees
To where the beaks will be fed
When the blacks leave the red
If i wait under the tree
Will you return to meet me
Cam i look in your gorgeous eyes
Run my hand, up your soft thighs
As we do the dance of love
Under our tree, that rises above
Our lips will meet, passion will soar
Our hearts will beat, as one once more
This way to the land
Created by an unseen hand
Where the trees of vivid green
Bloom with beauty, that is seen
Under the skies of infinite blue
That now spread in front of you
Where the paths, lead you to love
Where the birds, fly above
Dancing between the clouds of white
As the sun shines down bright
On the land, painted green
Created by a hand unseen
Happy Slider's Sunday!
Thought I would play out the lovely textures and colors of an Iowa countryside when it's on fire with all the colors of the rainbow.