Homage to the old ways

Pentre Ifan burial chamber was a must for the visiting Kiwis (see yesterday's blip). 

Waipushrink and his wife were suitably impressed with Pembrokeshire's great prehistoric monument. Mrs W. (if I may call her that) is an award-wining published poet and while I don't know if she will feel inspired by her encounter with the giant tomb I am taking the liberty of sharing a poem on the subject by Welsh poet and literary eminence Jan Morris.


"In their lichened, 

faceted faces we see our lineaments; in their

solitariness, our loneliness, or our need to be

alone; in their gregariousness, our

congregational temper; in their alignment,

our deviousness; in their poised mass, our

fragility; in their rootedness, our

deracination; in their age, our ephemerality;

and in their naked outfacing of time and the

elements, a valuable lesson in patient dissent."