Heart filled with tug boats. Eyes filled with sea. My journey begins With you. And ends with you and me. I’ll take you on my journey Across the wilder sky And we’ll share my sights And pleasures. Across the wider […]
The crowds, the busyness of stalls, with purse, with shop intent, conventional the street of stores to every city sent, built close to calm of Swansea Bay. Yet walk the main road, find the green of centre’s open space, near […]
Through lacquer sun and tree shade dusk, there wound the seaward flowing Usk, with bridges which its waters cross on stone rock piles where currents toss their glinting heads out wavelet roll as river seeks its Newport goal. How shall […]
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 […]
