Bard of Bards

The blood in my veins pulses richly with song
My ancestors walked here – it`s where I belong
The valleys rise skyward to tumps cast in cloud
The breeze brings your voices – so booming, so proud

Forefathers echo, still here, yet long passed
Patriots passionate true to the last
Your loyalty weaved in the folds of this hill
In all that surround us – you resonate still

Dramatic and haunting, melodic– yet strong
My pulse beats a rhythm for those who have gone
I`m trapped in a body part English – All Welsh
Descended of poet of druid of Celt

With my heart and my spirit spiked with forerunner`s pain
My soul`s with the ancients, and the present I feign
Though my footwear be modern my feet tread the past
My ancestral bloodline, my destiny cast

So, I peer at your features I trace every line
Your eyes weak with age and the passage of time
`Neath proud medalled chest lies bold dragon heart
With a fearsome demeanour to veil humble start

Oaken grained hands gnarled with wisdom and passion
Mimic ancient etched script, in druidic fashion
Pale scriptures, blanched pages scrawled obsolete word
Archaic language of customs absurd

Your passionate writings your plaintive refrains
And this sepia image is all that remains
So, I drink in your image I soak up your prose
I breathe in your fervour the path that you chose

Bequeath me an ounce of your life lust and skill
The fiery fuelled legend which bled from your quill
Tales full of heroes and darkness and shade
Of lovers and sinners their secrets betrayed

Still strong is your presence I honour your song
A lament to your Welshness, here I now belong
The chair of the poet the seat of the Bard
Resides in my genes – softly etched on my heart.

Dedicated to Jonathan Reynolds
(Nathan Dyfed)
1814 – 1891


  1. Wow Sahsi! I love this- just taking a look at your new website! It is lovely. Bard Nathan Dyfed is proud of you I’m sure! Love you, Margaret

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