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Epitaffy
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When I'm getting ancient and fading away,
I'll think on those fine views across Swansea Bay.
First is the one from the Western Dock,
right across the bay, towards Knab Rock.
Then there's the view from Oystermouth,
That'll draw your eyes to north, east, and south.
I'll steal a glance at Mumbles' bright light
that guide ships home throughout day and night,
then look inland towards Blackpill,
past the Civic Centre and up to Townhill.
There's the classical front of Swansea Museum,
where famous bones merit queues just to see 'em.
But I'll forego a view of the Centre of Leisure -
it's not an image of Swansea I treasure,
with imitation waves that no one can ride -
what's wrong with the real ones, just outside?
I'll picture the sands and the open sewer -
for hundreds of years the bay hasn't been pure.
There's the outfall pipe polluting the oceans,
where some daily swam (or went through the motions).
These views inspired poets who stood on this shore -
Watkins, Thomas, Jenkins, Landor.
This panorama to us meant so much,
before some moved east, at fame for to clutch.
So give me these views in my final hour
of Swansea - my hometown in Wales, and my Gower.
Dai Verse, June 2009 altered
~ from the 'Gower Society Newsletter' Spring 2010
You're jumping off SEWER PIPES to swim under them?!!! Were they in use?! Geeze, one tiny little pipe comes down under the sand in Malibu and that whole beach is closed. We used to put pennies on the train tracks in Gladstone and retrieve them squashed, too. I'd totally forgotten that.