Sea Wales Poems

North Wales
Does it always rain in Wales, or is it about to rain
dark sky over hills and dales, a sprinkle of sheep
abandon farms and ancient...

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A trip to Wales 

I was driving among hillocks; the landscape was green
it was spring and sheep-dipped in coal dust, grazed 
with their offspring
Parked near...

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These are poems about Dylan Thomas, as well as poems "for" and "after" Dylan Thomas. Dylan Thomas was one of my favorite poets from my...

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Ash Groves

“Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander 
When twilight is fading I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander 
Amid the dark...

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WALES TO ME       

        Wales to me is my dreamland never seen,
...

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Wales to me is her Celtic tribal history,	
Wales to me is walks upon her shores.
Wales to me is her druids, saints, and mystery,	
the soil I...

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 Wales to me is a floating melody of soothing hums, 
  when sea breeze to tranquil shores comes,
   sprinkling buried golden...

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I liked its comforting and quiet
Enclosure from the time and rain
Designed to be impossible to sleep in 
(Some vagrant friends reported miseries)
Shutting out the rest...

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The clouds an oil painting sponge,
Non forgiving rain falls from the sky.
Raging streams turn into angry rivers: 
Shhhhhhhing through the forest scrub. 
While the quiet...

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I know the land
where the lemon-tree flowers
Autonomous region in Sicily
Those beautiful beaches
seducing the travellers
Sicani people around 8,000 B.C.

I know the land
where the lemon-tree flowers
the largest...

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In Pembrokeshire, a paradise on earth,
You'll find a haven, peaceful, quiet, still:
Birds singing in the trees are full of mirth
Amid the Spring-green freshness, field and...

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Welcome - Croeso is what my people say
As they greet you to the beautiful sites to peruse each day
Literally a dozen or more castles, hills...

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Come dance in the waters
that summer has warmed
amidst the froth of the seas
Hear the sighs that echo from tides
as the crescents ripple in breeze
 
Join...

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Lost my kids once just for a  minute or so in the fair:  needle in haystack.
Busy and purposeful Sunday morning. Fascinating bee hive...

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