Welsh Daffodils
As you walk along the valley floor
And along the valleys hills
You will see the blooming flowers
Of the great Welsh daffodils.
They stand so tall on big long stalks
So proud to be called Welsh
The yellow petals so vibrant
Which are looking full of health.
The trumpet opens fully
To take in the fresh Welsh air
Used to represent St David's Day
And to uplift all those in care.
To go with them God made a place
Full of green mountains and the vales
And the daffodils proudly stand today
As a symbol for our Wales.
Written by David Boyce
09 September 2007
What we love about the welsh valleys
The trees that line the hillsides,
Follow the contours of the land,
From the giant Breacon Beacon peaks,
To the Porthcawl seaside sands.
Some hillsides are manmade thou,
Left over coal put into mounds,
But nature has taken over now,
Since mining has stopped underground.
Some fields are used for food crops,
When others just for grazing,
And what we love about the welsh valleys most,
The sights are always amazing.
Written by David Boyce
09 April 2009
Humans and Daffodils
The human body
Is like a daffodil
It needs love
And a lot of will.
The stem itself
Is like the vein
Takes all the goodness
From the ground and rain.
The trumpet stands
So bold and proud
Like human beings
Within a crowd.
The growth depends
With strength within
Like a daffodil
And the soil it's in.
The colour not seen
Until the spring
Like a matured body
With love within.
Written by David Boyce
09 April 2009
Beautiful valleys
The welsh valleys are so beautiful
Many different shades of green
For many miles on mountain tops
The fir trees can be seen
The birch trees in the summer
The grass to feed the sheep
The stingy nettles and the ferns
In the ridges which are deep
The welsh valleys are so beautiful
But all is not what it seems at all
Some mountains as regenerated
Old tips of yesteryears coal
You need to see the scenery
To see the beauty here in Wales
Beauty is not just in the Beacons
It's in the valleys and the vales
Written by David Boyce
3rd May 2009
We are going to Treherbert
We are going to Treherbert
Up on the railway track
We need to get some tokens out
To go up the single line and back
We go from Porth to Ystrad
With a token made of brass
Then it's changed for another one
For Treherbert, green as grass
It's busy with commuters
And the kids for all the schools
Take the locals to the small town shops
And the kids down to the pool
We are going to Treherbert
Up through the valleys bends
To a small old railway depot
Where the railway line now ends
Written by David Boyce
13 May 2009
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