POEMS

 

 

Your Farewell from Crynant

 


 

Farewell dear comrade, farewell


As you depart for native land


Where you’ll entertain your friends with many tales


Of the time you spent way down in Wales


You came here to help in the battle for coal


Changed from a city boy to a human mole


But I think you never did regret


The changes, because of the friends you met


Friends that will miss you for years to come


For their friendship and confidence you had won


In work, and on the sporting field


Your absence, all brynawell will miss


And most of all we’ll miss you on the corner


Where we all spent many a happy hour


You are leaving now the hardship of the colliery


To your old job in the refrigerator factory


And when you are snug and warm in your new abode


Think of your comrades down in Cefn Coed


Tell the cockneys as they sit around the fire


Of the courage and sacrifices of the miner


So, as I hope that you succeed to reach the top


Let your memory go back to the nights in shanty shop


And if you meet a Welshman, shake him by the hand


In friendship for your stay in that little land.


 

Skid Bace (November 1947)

 

(Thanks to John Breeden for this poem which was given to him from a friend when he was demobbed in 1947)