Singing For Wales

People love the countryside
But I am city born
The smell of a fresh tarred road
Beats that of a field of corn
I know that must sound strange
We are creatures of our upbringing
You can send a man all the way to Wales
But it won’t make him better at singing




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-30 at 11:50

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this! We can't deny that home will always be home for all of us. There's a saying in Spanish to that effect, but I won't post it here. :)
Ashe
2018-02-03


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Good one, Dave. Living out of town in Nebraska, but having grown up in the city, I like the smell of corn and that of a freshly paved road equally. I never realized that the Welsh were genetically predisposed to being good singers. I guess that I should have. I mean, look at Tom Jones.
2018-02-01


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
you're a lucky guy. i've read the heat has melted tar on the road. the aroma must be wafting in the breeze.

re: Wales, that's a theory that wants testing.

good one.
2018-01-30


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful. Thoroughly enjoyable and I love the the last two lines!
2018-01-30


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! You can send a man to Lancashire, who's dad came from that county. But you int gooner get him to eat tripe and black podding! NO WAY!
Ken ;)
2018-01-30