TO IDRIS DAVIES - Mike Jenkins
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AmeriCymru proudly presents 'To Idris Davies' ,... a poem by Mike Jenkins. Diolch Mike!
TO IDRIS DAVIES
The pits long left your valley,
the bells have ceased to toll,
estates of houses and industry
but faces like punctured balls.
Because most works in the city
far from your one-street town
where shops are wearing shutters
and the postman brings a frown.
Im searching for you on the terrace,
the plaque a word-won medal,
searching also in the Library
where youre cherished, pens nestled.
The desert today is inside many,
those boozers, smokers and druggies
who stagger past the cemetery,
cravings always digging deeper.
And if you could walk to Merthyr
over moors, the way the bus takes me,
youd find a huge hollow in the hills
where seagulls circle like vultures.
But you would still mark them here
from bakery to chippie to caf,
those folk who chat and joke and care,
those selfsame people of Rhymney.
MIKE JENKINS
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