What are we for What do we do Where do we go. I’m sure you’ve asked yourself these questions. We are such clever souls We can put our hand to anything If we put our minds to it. Sometimes we […]
A gaze A laze; An autumn haze. Still is the air. Quiet; contemplative. But oh so clear. Days like this Come but once a year. Silenced beautiful; And reflective; Of those so dear. Stop. And stare. Wherever you are. Look […]
It is better to forget and be happy Than remember and be sad The bitterness of poor quality remains long after the sweetness of low price is forgotten A cod fish lays ten thousand eggs The homely hen lays one […]
They came to Swansea stadium like stars at some palladium: for victory were any keener to win the cup in that arena? Yes, Hakin had been there before, but Tenby opened new found door, their black and red would win […]
Violins calmed the night. Piano played gentle keys. And it rained. The dark sky Bled silence. And the violins Played. The horn spoke. Applaud the clouds And uphold the air Sing to the night. Sing everywhere. It rained. ———— Words […]
Farewell, Criccieth, our holiday is done, we’ve enjoyed our stay, we’ve enjoyed our fun, shared together in caravan, on beach as the sun has shone, we’ve all got brown: rain has come and gone that caused a frown but did […]
I see the Menai Strait: Without both its bridges. Naked of all its man made-ness. Void of time. By the ‘Long Wall of Wales.’ I imagine cattle waders And farmer traders; And brave perilous sailors; Shipwrecked and buried by sand. […]
Oh how I wish I had the words to match the memory, imagination’s sand reality that slips through longings to express the beauty that I see, the power sensed and felt of wooded Wye and Tintern’s stone, the wave soaked […]
Above Llanberis near the foot of Snowdon on Betws-y-Coed road, its tarmac line a weary winding through the grassy foothills, beside a lake which gleams in heaven’s shine: a lay-by overlooking silent waters whose dancing shades call gently back the […]
Away from Wales where Ships Still Dock… An Arctic Clock Ports docked and clocks watched. And a new view from the ships watch. Pilot boat close and tidal swell. Pilot leaps and ship horns yell- Goodbye. And thank you. And […]
There’s a lake beside Llandrindod Wells, not large like those of which Lake District boasts, small, unmoving in a bowl of trees, and lacking energy of wilder coasts: café’s there, prestigiously supported, providing snacks, cake, drinks, and some main courses: […]
