Ronald Stuart Thomas

Cardiff / Wales
Ronald Stuart Thomas
Cardiff / Wales
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A Welsh Testament

Rating: 3.3
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
Day and night. Nothing that Glyn Dwr
Knew was armour against the rain's
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COMMENTS
you so gay 24 September 2020
this is weard and we its him
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Gwynn Jones 08 October 2019
Careless errors here. Line 14: " We spoke" not " He spoke" Line 28: eyes' not eyes;
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Ian Fraser 27 November 2011
I can only assume those who voted 6 didn't understand this- it's not for Junior High School. Maybe if the writer had been a negro it might have helped. Full of bitter irony but still with the vestiges of humor. Lord knows what the ending means but it is clear that the well meaning liberals have no idea what kind of Pandora's box they are awakening when they speak of racial integration.
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