Clouds
Come fly with me they said,
As they whipped overhead,
Trying to outrun us they whispered,
As I flew before the wind.
But why would I try and beat you,
For what if i get there first,
How would I know I was there,
Without you?
Lindsey Wallace - 2009
Neath Town
Where are the maids with the coal black hair,
Whose laughter tinkled in the morning air,
As Gwyn ap Nudd sat in his lair,
And looked out over the mountains fair.
Come maidens he called as they traversed the stalls,
We have goods aplenty ‘neath Scud yr Afon Falls,
We have jewels and sweetmeats and all in our halls,
We will treat you to parties, mysterious masked balls.
The children laughed as they climbed into the chairs,
The town below them, the shops and the fair,
The market lights twinkled as they rose up in the air,
O’er their thriving town, wind rising their hair.
The farmers they haggled, the wives they chattered,
In the shopkeepers palms money flattered,
The throngs look well though no money frittered,
They had work a plenty, ‘twas all that mattered.
Now this Celtic Kingdom more sorrow bears,
No chatter and laughter rings in our ears,
Wives and maidens cry more tears,
Hearts forsaken for many years.
The fair it is far out of town,
The shops they are all closing down,
No more fun, just drawn frowns,
As people look on their run down town.
Gone is the gaiety, gone is the wealth,
Taken from them by capitalisms stealth,
With it is going their very own health,
Who cares for Neath? just Gwn ap Nudds elf’s.
Lindsey Wallace 2009
