308 - We left my sister's home in Trebanos

We left my sister’s home in Trebanos
And headed for the wild Brecon Beacons,
Stopping to see some caves and dinosaurs
(A little scary, perhaps, for young ’uns).
The dinosaurs were just reconstructions,
Of course, but those dark, dripping caves were real
Enough to hush your loud daughters and sons,
And many children had come, with their school.
Leaving former domains of Celtic rule,
We drove back into neater Englishness,
All well-trimmed hedges and rhododendrons,
And Shropshire farmland, Shrewsbury’s appeal
To unspoiled pre-war architecture; pause
For eating, and then home to watch re-runs.
Mon 9 July 2007