"rhondda" poems
rhondda boy, don't deploy
your life to poor existence
pits are closed,but not the song
welsh heart, and it's persistence
past unfair, leave it there
where history has stung
memories of bampas words
and every song he sung
look ahead in all thats new
don't wallow in your woe
pits are gone, but not the song
your bampa used to now
Mar 5, 2010
Mar 5, 2010 at 11:13 AM UTC