Category: Our Ancestors Were Poets
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No Place Like Home
Twenty years is a long time to be away from home. For Timothy, the passage of twenty years looked like an entirely new life. Gentle, grassy slopes replaced with coal pits and billowing black smoke. A loving family left behind and new family—a wife and four kids—gathered along the way. In the town of Oldbury,…
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The Long Aching Sorrow
Hiraeth. The “long aching sorrow” that accompanies the mind as it travels the long roads home when the body cannot. Over 300 miles sat between Dai and…
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Sleep my Beloved
It was March, 1939. The world was tense with anticipation for the coming war. The two dictators, Hitler and Mussolini, were busy carrying out their imperialist machinations on the continent and, at home, the Swansea Air Raid Precaution Corps was busily preparing the town should the conflict spill over the English Channel. The newspapers reminded…
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The Phone Under the Settee
The light on the answering machine was always blinking. Blinking as I got home from school. Blinking when we got back with the groceries. Blinking. Blinking. Blinking… Why does nobody ever answer this blinkin’ phone!? Oh where oh where has the telephone gone?Do you think we can ever find it again?Could be under the settee…