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Betwys y Coed Wales edited April 2015

 
The day had started wet  
Telford's road glistening in the rain  
passed Llangollen's busy streets  
and tumbling Dee.  
It was ten, the day before us,  
Jack asleep waiting for his walk,  
three friends, but a single thought.  
Will the sun shine as last week?  
Who cares in such good company?  
 
Called A5 today, made for coach and horses  
stone walled, smoothing Welsh hills.  
cars appreciate the gentle ride  
Easy curves and misty views.  
Carrog passed... the steam train too,  
Corwen  soon, villages with funny names  
few vowels, stone and slate;  
green fields, flecked with white.  
Lime- washed farms and rusting tractors  
late lambs suckling in their innocence  
Bala  on the road sign(that another day)  
stop at Pentrefoelas ,chocolate shop  
Beside the infant Conwy and one arch bridge  
The road now weaves its way,  
Warp and weft the river on this now  that  
dropping to Betwys y Coed  
‘prayer house in the wood’  
drizzle now so there's hope of sun.  
In the Fairy Glen, relief for Jack  
he's travelled well and barks delight,  
leaves us in his hurry  
comes to heel at every car  
(well nearly every car)  
The railway rumbles to our left  
on its way to Blaenau'  
the Llugwy tumbles right  
frollicing with the Conwy  
Now wideron its way
to the five arch bridge  
merging architect with nature,  
dressed stone and naked nature,  
water-falls and childish cries.  
School next week, long drive home  
Liverpool, Leeds and Birmingham.  
We watch and share the fun,  
take coffee, Royal-Oak-cake-and-cream.  
Eden for a day no matter what the weather.  
The chain bridge swings across the Conwy  
dancing waves foam and symphony.  
Four trains a day, golf, ice cream  
And sickly candle shop.  
Five arch bridge and water falls  
kids and barking dogs football on the green  
grandmas,wheel chairs, cotton hats  
umbrellas and plastic macs, just in case  
a prayer house in a wood, just in case  
but not today,another maybe  
Afon Llwygy, Conwy  tumbling, racing to the sea  
surf and laughter,soon to Leeds and Liverpool  
while we to Llangollen return  
passed the chocolate shop and one arch bridge.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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