St Davids Day

St Davids Day is held for the patron saint of Wales, and falls on 1 March each year on the 1st of March.For more detailed information please go to http://www.walesonline.co.uk

Theseverses and poems are for cards and celebrationsand may you all have a wonderful day!










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Despite the fact that St David abstained from drinking some Welsh breweries make special St. David’s Day ales. Parades are held around Wales with festivals and street parties with traditional Welsh food.

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The most famous poem of all to relate to St Davids Day is
"The Daffodils"

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth

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Welcome to Wales, the wide sign read,
"Well thank you very much," the lorry driver said.
He sighed at the price, he was rather thrifty,
The toll had gone up to ten pound fifty.
Grumbling at the man, he opened his wallet to pay,
"Cheers mate," he muttered and soon was on his way.

He came to a halt, it had happened before,
There was another tailback on the M4.
He gazed at the sheep, they were nibbling on the grass,
The rain fell on his windscreen, but the shower would pass.
The queue soon dispersed, so on the traffic went,
And before he knew it, he’d arrived in Newport, Gwent.

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He avoided the capital, he was headed for the coast,
In Cardiff there was rugby, the game he loved the most.
After a little while, the grey sky turned to blue,
And a grass-covered mountain came into view.
He took out his map and checked the plan,
The large hill on his left was Pen y Fan.

He left the Brecon Beacons, but at a snail's pace,
"The roads round here are a right disgrace".
His aim was to get there by the end of the day,
The destination? Cardigan Bay.
He stopped in Carmarthen, to buy some grub,
But the only place open was the local pub.

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The bar was packed, but he was offered a chair,
The game was on the telly, the whole town was there.
He soon forgot the journey and had a pint or two,
Wales got the first try and the atmosphere grew.
As the rugby flowed, so did the beer,
The barman gave him a plastic daff, as a souvenir.

The next morning he woke, in a tacky B&B,
"Forget England," he said, "Wales is the place for me".
Tom Bevan

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Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman,
the calves sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked
clear and cold,and the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys,
it was air and playing, lovely and watery and fire green as
grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables,
the nightjars flying with the ricks, and the horses
flashing into the dark, and then to awake, and the farm,
like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder:
it was all shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking
warm out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden follow him out of grace.
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time
would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
Dylan Thomas

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