Poetry / Bitter but Proud

Bitter but Proud

You’re the land that taught me to stand proud
In our Celtic hearts we sing so loud
Foundations dug deep for out black gold
Lives were lost…
The coal was sold.

English masters tried to rule our hills
Still in our hearts the red blood spills
Onto the pitch where the dragons roar
Fighting hard to settle…
The score.

Land of Wales, all things Welsh
Bitter but proud with the blood of a Celt.
Bread of heaven in our hands
No-one will ever take our land!

Your roaming, rambling beauty
That makes me shiver with pride.
The remote moors, desolate shores
with rivers guiding the Mountainside.

Our green fields….
Hide the scars of old
Ich Dien Cymru
Forever more.

Viv Huskings

www.roots2life.com

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January 08, 2007

baldwithglasses

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baldwithglasses reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

Again, great flow, great meter, great rhythm. Huskings chooses to revel in his heritage yet again in his lyrical style. Notice how the words flow and breathe together? This poem’s strengths shine when said out loud, and its mechanics resonate well for the reader. It’s pretty much a primer on how to write oral history.

Now if I could just pronounce the Celtic stuff towards the bottom!

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January 08, 2007

easywriter57

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easywriter57 reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

“where the dragons roar” must be the big guns of war
This is quite a patriotic poem. Wales must have been unconquerable, then? I thought Brittian took over a good part of the world. I am happy to see a “song” boosting someone’s homeland… So few these days.