Size Matters - An Original Poem By Lloyd Jones
Size matters
For instance we can't imagine what it's like
To be Russian, we'll never know
What it's like to live in a country
With an unassailable language
And a monumental culture spreading
Across nine time zones,
So much space it drives men mad.
We've just the one field in Wales,
Small and green, with a copse of myths
And a boggy bit in the middle;
An apple tree and a pig,
A church and twelve chapels, also
A hut which is home to three anchorites,
Two of them devising the country's history
Always a little faster than the third can read it;
And there's always a gang
Drilling for something by the gate,
Forever a promise of gold or maybe
Yet more mud.
By Lloyd Jones