heedless that their destiny
is to become sheep
Sunday, 15 August 2021
Poem: Apology
Sorry I can't help you now
Sorry I can't help you
Sorry I can't help
Sorry I can't
Sorry I
Sorry
Poem: Welsh Industry
3rd prize for Six Couplets on the theme: Welsh Industry (National Museum of Wales e-steddfod 2004)
Once the ports kept freighters full
Of iron and coal, slate and wool
Marinas occupy the docks
With bistros and apartment blocks
Where a factory used to stamp and rage
Now there's an annual car-rally stage
Railway tracks grow dull with rust
The rotting trucks are filled with dust
Hands fall idle for want of tasks
'What of Welsh industry?' someone asks
The answer is becoming clear:
It would be a good idea.
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