On Cadair Idris

Something for Dylan Thomas Day…..

I think of you on Cadair Idris
ten months before this war.
All tall and lean on higher ground.
A creature from the sky.

I think of you now down below,
down amongst the dirt.
Your golden face a flecked and black,
a rifle on your back.

On Cadair Idris we should be,
atop our green green land.
Taking water from a mountain stream,
and air that’s close to gods.