THE YEW OF BERMIEGO
So much humility my bark has seen, and so much shade has been given by this thick roofing Centuries, long centuries sheltering these fields of wheat and scarcity, of abundant nostalgia, of cattle and villages. Years, many years providing shelter to those who knew hunger, effort, simplicity and mourning, fathers of fathers, the sons of this land. From here life's crags are dominated and the beauteous summits of nature. I am the guardian and the lighthouse of the white hermits