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28-Feb-07, 20:07
by Jane Ashford, West Side Primary School, Blaina.

Wales is a land of daffodils,
Coal mines, black smoke,
Vales and hills.
In this fair land of Wales we see
Many kinds of scenery.

The Brecon Beacons are very high,
They nearly reach up to the sky.
The river Usk flows very fast,
By bridges and fields it hurries past.

In Llangydir on a summer day
We in the river splash and play,
And when at last we come back home
We're glad we have this land to roam.

28-Feb-07, 20:18
by Dawn Evans, Briery Hill Junior Girls' School.

Down dales and up hills,
Rows and rows of daffodils;
A golden carpet in the sun,
A gift from God for everyone.

They cluster down among the trees,
Dancing merrily in the breeze,
As they bloom in the Spring,
New born fragrance with them bring.

Their colour so bold their trumpets hold
A wondrous store of glory untold;
A lovely way for all to say
" Tomorrow is Saint David's Day."

01-Mar-07, 18:46
What a lovely reminder that March 1st is St David's Day, trinkie! :)

I enjoyed those two poems. I think it's great that Welsh children take part in eisteddfodau today. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_David%27s_Day

I can claim some Welsh ancestry myself, as my maternal grandmother had a Welsh maiden name.

I'd much rather be wearing a daffodil than a leek on my lapel today, though! :lol:

01-Mar-07, 20:22
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

By William Wordsworth

Written in 1804, first published in 1807

I Wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

03-Mar-07, 09:47
Someone asked me for this - thought you'd all like a copy.
Now you will be able to join in!

Phonetic Version !

My hair-n wool-add ver n-had eye
Un ann-will ee me
Gool-ard buy-rth ah chant-or-yon
Eye goo-rol ruv-ell-wei
Gool-ard garr-weir trah-mahd
Tross ruh-thid coll-ass-ant eye gwide.

Gool-ard, gool-ard
Ply-dee-ol oiv eem gool-ard
Trah more un veer eer bee-rr hore-ff buy
Oh buthed eer hen-yithe barr-high.