Driving through the girth
Of Powis in new July
I see the land set
As a table for some banquet
This is a Marie Celeste County
Groaning under nothing
but the green.
Full of people not there now
resting in the care
Of some churchyard yew,
Seeded in the time before
Merlin’s first spell was cast.
Following the Vyrnwy
And the Tanat even though
They too sometimes
Have to ask the way
Through the leafy glade
And past the humpy hill
You are the biggest county in Wales
Unsure how to begin
And where on earth to end.