Skeleton Poem by Maurice Rowlands

Old friend
We are long lost to the ages
I remember pathways of oak and of willow
Along the coldest paths of Offa’s Dyke

We would walk
We would hike

And together we would like
To watch
The gold mines unfold
And before our eyes
The rocks capsize

We were so bold
To tread
Those pathways of old
And we told
The stories
Of Cader Idris
Of Giants
And fairies
And whales
And Wales

Old friend
We are long gone
Lost inside the ruins
Of Harlech Castle
Within those walls
We are one

Old friend
Sweet skeleton

We are long gone

But here
Beneath the crystal clear waters of Bala Lake

We are one