Betwys y Coed

   

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  
the easy curves and misty views.  
Carrog passed... the steam train too,  
Corwen soon,villages with funny names  
few vowels, stone and slate;  
green fields,freckled white  
Lime-washed farms and rusting tractors  
late lambs suckling in their innocence  
Bala on the road sign(that's another day)  
stop at Pentrefoelas, chocolate shop  
beside the infant Conwy and one arch bridge  
The road now weaves its way,  
the river on this side, now on 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 Conwy tumbles right,  
its valley steep and woody  
on its way to meet the five arch bridge  
merging architect with nature,  
water-falls and childish cries.  
School next week,long drive home  
Liverpool,Leeds and Birmingham.  
We watch and share the fun,  
coffee,Royal Oak cake and cream.  
Eden for a day no matter what the weather.  
The chain bridge swings across the river,  
four trains a day,golf,ice-cream and candles  
Five arch bridge and water falls  
kids and barking dogs,  
grandmas and wheel chairs  
a prayer house in a wood.  
Afon Llwygy, tumbling surf and laughter.