Rosi Caswell Poems
The Welsh Dragon
Beware the Welsh dragon,
He huffs and he puffs,
And he scares all the children at night.
For the tales of his antics
They trip off the tongue,
Of the elders who have to be right.
He rattles and roars, and wants to come in,
And sit by the fire with your Ma.
He shrieks and he squeals, makes a terrible din,
‘Til you shake in your slippers with fright.
But then comes the morning so sunny and gay,
And the terrors have passed with the light.
And whatever will happen today or the next,
The elders have ...
Child Of The Future
What can I give you child of the future,
Child of the Universe grand?
Only my wisdom, calmness and peace,
Through years of making a stand.
To you who hold the world for us all.
Your beauty to shine through the land.
With such warmth and devotion and love for this life,
I offer to you just my hand.
Oh child of the future how soundly you sleep.