One Hawthorn

One Hawthorn

One hawthorn in Cwm Llafar stands.
Defies the breakneck blast
Across the years,
Bent and crippled.
Dafydd frowns,
His high brow beaten
By the same.

Who shall own this place?
Tame and steady down the wind?
Who shall set his crown above Llywelyn
And fancy to quell the storms?

Not Penrhyn in a tower
Though wish he might.
Not the god of slaves and greed
Or more besides.

One hawthorn in Cwm Llafar
Withstands,
Inviolate.
Head turned
But not bowed.

This Post Has 2 Comments

  1. Just brilliant

  2. Thought provoking as ever!

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