Pembrokeshire

Veins of streams
And mountain trickles
Flow from all directions
Towards the bright blue seas
Of the Pembrokeshire coast.

Sheep take cover in marshy reeds
As summer butterflies dance around
To the songs of glittering birds.

Where calves call out
In pastures of brilliant green,
Where Jones the farmer
And the farmers father
And his fathers father farmed,
And their cousins fished
just off these glorious cliff edges.

Where Thomas took inspiration
And several jars
Gossiping with locals,
As the night sky showed its stars
Stories of Caitlin and Llaruggeb
Etched in memories of cliff top shacks
And drunken feuds with next door.

Browning bracken
Border cliff edged fields
Cows and sheep with the best views
Of water colour skies
Over Jigsaw coastlines
Blue bays and green headlands
The history of industry
Buried in footpaths
Where strangers now tread

And the magic flows
Deep into a shallow Irish sea
Porpoise and dolphins
Parade for the tourist boats
Seals and Gillemots bathe
On layer upon layer
of fragile Welsh stone.
Towering over, crumbling under
Land and water
Combining, magnificent
My Pembrokeshire.