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”.
Dylan Thomas' Boathouse; Laugharne
On our recent trip to Wales we drove to Laugharne to visit the home of Dylan Thomas. As you can see by the pictures, it really is the most beautiful place in the world. Dylan Thomas’ boathouse was one of the most inspiring places I’ve been to. Whilst there I wrote the poem below, Misted Sound. I hope you enjoy the poem and the pics.
You can breathe by the sea of the stars
And the sun
And the overhanging clouds
That envelope the soul
And the eyes that see.
You can wait by the tide
As the gulls
Sing your tune
As the wind whips your
And mist freshens your face.
You can lose yourself
In the sand
In the marsh
By the cliffs
And to the sea
But you will not drown
In Dylan Thomas’
His voice is heard miles
Round not just here
In this misted sound.
© giorge thomas
Another spectacular, yet daunting view of Laugharne