Grass carpeted the grounds at Kidwelly.
It was so green and so fine
That by appearance it seemed to be fine velvet.
A green tattoo that did not allow me to see
Back hundreds and hundreds of years
To barn animals, foot-soldiers, peasants,
Straw-covered, manure-covered and filth-
Standing there among the green I felt peace and tranquillity,
At odds with the hustle and bustle from the past.
If I were Queen I’d prefer the green of the lawn,
And I’d rope it off with little signs: “Keep Off The Grass”.