CYMRU

CYMRU

There is a stirring in my soul

To walk again the Welsh Hills,

To see the gentle snowdrops

And the glorious daffodils.

To spend time again in the Valleys

Where the miners no longer toil,

To stand and breathe the fresh air

Which mines can no longer spoil.

My car wears the “Dragon”

And my desk the Welsh Flag.

No more mountains of refuse

No more hills of mining slag.

“Land of my Fathers

Whose glories are told

By bard and by minstrel

Who loved thee of old”

I love her rugged coastline

Her gentle sheep clad hills,

And my heart rejoices

When I see her daffodils.

Maybe one day I shall grasp the courage

To travel back once more ~

To stand upon her coast line

To open memory’s door.

When I feel her winds caress me

And her songs lull me to sleep

I know that I shall be happy

And that I shall surely weep.

© Linda J. Vaughan (nee Thomas)

24th. March 2004

Posting this on St. David's Day as memory stirs.