Pen Y Fan
Linocut of a poem about De Cymru by John Abell
Pen Y Fan is in her white robes
It is magical when family dress up
Especially when they're collosal
And made of stone
The wind in my hair are the words of Iolo Morganwg
The breathe I exhale is the breathe of Dr William Price
The legs that got me to the summit
Are the legs of a Silurian tribesman
I look down upon the town named for a Christian martyr
The bearers of the cross have been here a long time
But we have been here for millennia more
On this mountain a Welshman cannot die
Because he has stood here for thousands of years
Image size 101cm x 82cm, edition of 30 handprinted by the artist
Linocut of a poem about De Cymru by John Abell
Pen Y Fan is in her white robes
It is magical when family dress up
Especially when they're collosal
And made of stone
The wind in my hair are the words of Iolo Morganwg
The breathe I exhale is the breathe of Dr William Price
The legs that got me to the summit
Are the legs of a Silurian tribesman
I look down upon the town named for a Christian martyr
The bearers of the cross have been here a long time
But we have been here for millennia more
On this mountain a Welshman cannot die
Because he has stood here for thousands of years
Image size 101cm x 82cm, edition of 30 handprinted by the artist
Linocut of a poem about De Cymru by John Abell
Pen Y Fan is in her white robes
It is magical when family dress up
Especially when they're collosal
And made of stone
The wind in my hair are the words of Iolo Morganwg
The breathe I exhale is the breathe of Dr William Price
The legs that got me to the summit
Are the legs of a Silurian tribesman
I look down upon the town named for a Christian martyr
The bearers of the cross have been here a long time
But we have been here for millennia more
On this mountain a Welshman cannot die
Because he has stood here for thousands of years
Image size 101cm x 82cm, edition of 30 handprinted by the artist