Wales Poem by Sheena Blackhall
Wales
I am passing through Wales on a coach
I am looking for marks of Welshness
(Apart from the signs such as Mold (Yr Wyddgrug)
Look! There is Shirley Bassey
Shimmering in the sequins of a birch tree
She is singing Big Spender in a throaty voice
Like a Welsh coal miner
Smoking sixty a day
Behold! …A small green dragon
Is leading a pack of corgis into the nettles
Where it will devour them,
Welshly.
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