We've nothing vast to offer you, no deserts
Except the waste of thought
Forming from mind erosion;
No canyons where the pterodactyl's wing
Falls like a shadow.
the hills are fine, of course,
Bearded with water to suggest age
And pocked with cavarns,
One being Arthur's dormitory;
He and his knights are the bright ore
That seams our history,
But shame has kept them late in bed.
A Welshman To Any Tourist
Ronald Stuart Thomas
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Poem topics: history, water, wing, shadow, bright, offer, mind, shame, waste, thought, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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