Max Boyce has always been the doyen of Welsh poetry especially with a rugby leaning but this piece, written for these currently troubled times seems to me to better than anything else I’ve heard.
My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published three anthologies of short stories and a memoir of my mother. More will appear soon. I will try and continue to blog regularly at geofflepard.com about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too.
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Thank you for sharing, Geoff. This moves me to tears every time. ❤
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Wonderful, Geoff. Thank you
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Aww. I like his humor in the poignant memories and observations.
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He’s a wonderful Welsh treasure and this is exceptional. The title is so on point too
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That was great. Thanks for sharing!
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It is isnt it, and his voice is so attractive too
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Yes, such a nice accent and voice!
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This is great. Thanks. I love all the images–it was like a picture show.
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That is grand! Though I have to say with that accent he could be reading the phone book and I would be just as entranced! ❤
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He has the most melifluous voice doesn’t he?
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It a fantastic piece isn’t it, I saw it last week and it made me cry.💜
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What a mellifluous voice. Certainly, it adds to the poem.
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It does, doesn’t it? Even when he’s dissing the English he’s easy to listen to!
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