Friday, 28 October 2011

Foot Traffic

This week, Tess at Magpie Tales focussed our attention on  the delights, or not, of cars and it set me thinking...

In the wilds of Abergele
we shun traffic fumes. Phew! Smelly!
The classic wellie boot prevails
as people's feet stomp round the town,
climb craggy hills, both up and down.
Clear, high peaks crown our kingdom, Wales.

And on Tuesday there was an explanation of a Welsh poetic form called Cywydd Llosgyrnog on Imaginary Garden. What a coincidence! So I've had a go at it here.
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9 comments:

  1. Kerry O'Connor28 October 2011 at 11:36

    Such a treat to read this poem - a Welsh poetic about Wales!! Brought a smile to my lips.

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  2. Laurie Kolp28 October 2011 at 13:19

    As always, a treat, Cad... funny, too.

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  3. Kathy Bischoping29 October 2011 at 00:36

    And, now I know how to pronounce "Abergele", or at least its last two syllables.

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  4. Anonymous29 October 2011 at 19:33

    DEAR CAD (card?): How lovely 'tis! I love Wales...my hubs ancestry goes back there! The new "wilds" aren't at all like the old "wilds" unless you stay awild! jj Chiccoreal

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  5. Tess Kincaid30 October 2011 at 11:26

    I love my wellies...

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  6. Anonymous30 October 2011 at 12:36

    This is so musical and fun. Really enjoyed. K.

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  7. earlybird30 October 2011 at 20:42

    I don't need wellies very often here so I keep them in the garage. When I do need them, I have to shake them hard in case a scorpion has snuggled up there...

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  8. kaykuala31 October 2011 at 01:01

    Cad,
    A Welsh offering! Great traffic poem. Thanks for visiting my 'Rainbow'

    Hank

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  9. Christine2 November 2011 at 02:19

    I liked it too.

    Christine

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