Treasure Island

Ronald Stuart Thomas

(1913 - 2000 / Cardiff / Wales)

Poems of Ronald Stuart Thomas

1. A Blackbird Singing 1/13/2003
2. A Day in Autumn 3/21/2004
3. A Peasant 1/13/2003
4. A Welsh Testament 1/13/2003
5. A Welshman to any Tourist 1/3/2003
6. Album 1/13/2003
7. An Old Man 1/13/2003
8. Chapel Deacon 1/13/2003
9. Children's Song 1/13/2003
10. Death Of A Poet 1/13/2003
11. Evans 1/13/2003
12. Good 1/3/2003
13. Here 1/3/2003
14. Night and Morning 1/3/2003
15. Ninetieth Birthday 1/13/2003
16. On The Farm 1/13/2003
17. Pisces 1/3/2003
18. Poetry For Supper 1/13/2003
19. Praise 1/3/2003
20. Ruins 1/3/2003

A Welsh Testament

All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter?
I spoke a tongue that was passed on
To me in the place I happened to be,
A place huddled between grey walls
Of cloud for at least half the year.
My word for heaven was not yours.
The word for hell had a sharp edge
Put on it by the hand of the wind
Honing, honing with a shrill sound

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