Mely Y Wig Poem by John Rickell

The road winding round corners
left and right, up and down
through pines and birch
each bend somehow different
no breeze to speak of
winds practicing for winter
and cold at that!
Here's another corner
just like the last,
someone's had a crash
tyre tracks in the verge
weren't there last week.
The trees are tall and close
pines guard rowans, silver birch
home for birds and fox
they'll be there next week
when we come again.
Lovely day again came last week
on a Monday a week ago
Nothing much has changed
nothing much to change,
brought Jack this time
loves it, wants to come again
I can tell...his tail is high.
Another corner round the bend
watch out cars and lorries!
I see a tree's come down
across the brook we crossed last week.
Must come again sometime
don't you agree? Thought you would.
Let's see what's round the other bends,
more I suppose, predictable
why we come a change from home
somehow different, not the same
just different.
Changes as good as rest.
There's such a lot to tell
Trees, grass and autumn berries
calm reflections in the pond,
will be the same next week.
It may rain...this IS Wales!
Jack won't care and I don't mind
a change will do no harm,
we've had the sun today.
Time for coffee soon.
Been thinking sitting here
the log green with moss
(now my pants are wet)
there's nothing else to do.
Not much time back home
Yes! .. that's why we come;
always the same, that's
what makes the countryside.
Always the same,
yet somehow different.