In September I went to Pembrokeshire in South Wales for a week’s holiday. Now Wales is not noted for wall to wall sunshine, but this year it decided to be exceptional. Glorious sunshine. Shorts and tee-shirt weather.

Because I’ve written poems about Scotland and England, I decided to write one about Wales, and to share it with you all. I hope you enjoy it.

Croeso y Cymru

Land of the dragon,

And King Arthur’s court.

Land of Myrddin

Where Magic was wrought.

Land of the Druids,

Land of the bards.

Land of mystery

Her secret she guards.

Land of song

In chapel and pub.

Land of mountains

Soaring above.

Land of beaches

Next to the sea.

Children playing,

Laughter and glee.

Land of deep valleys

Known as Cwm.

Land of coal mines

In underground gloom.

Land of the last gold

In Britain is found,

The Romans dug it

From deep underground.

Land of Eisteddfod,

Of singing and dance.

In Llangollen’s valley

The whole world does prance.

Land of the Celts.

Land of the sheep.

On her green hillsides

The lambs they do bleat.

Land of the raven.

Land of the kite.

High soaring above

In graceful flight.

Land of steel.

Land of slate,

Dug from the mountains

Our roofs for to make.

Land of a language

With beauteous sound.

But try to pronounce it

Your tongue will be bound.

Land of the daffodil

Land of the leek.

Symbols of Welshness

For those who do seek.

Land of green hills,

Of valleys and dales.

Croeso y Cymru.

Welcome to Wales.

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