a little more than kin - original poetrysteemCreated with Sketch.

in poetry •  8 years ago 

What kind of cattle, mother, running wild
In the ffridd of this Welsh valley. Did they
Herd them on ponies or were they led about
By small boys on pieces of string tied
To nose and horn? Small boys with sticks and stones.

But now the ffridd is circumscribed and there are sheep.
An altogether different culture, farming
Changes, develops, deploys: from the Ty-y-nos
The ax is hurled mechanically into the woods;
The gable of the royal hall crumbles and collapses.

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