The Gower Pennisular
John has found the perfect place
For the U3A to stay
Surrounded by Palm trees
Overlooking Oxwich Bay.
From a rock under Arthur's Stone
Was it a dragon or Welsh troll?
No it was our Christine calling out
From deep within a hole.
Three riders on horseback
Silhouetted on the horizon,
A heron comes from the red pool
Slowly, slowly gliding.
I think Jim needs a sheepdog
To round us up at times,
As we stretch out over quite a distance
But nobody gets left behind.
For a brief moment the sun appeared
On walkers, before disappearing again,
Who stood like gorillas in the mist
On the peak of Cefyn Bryn.
In a field of sheep, Elaine phoned the police
When we encountered an upturned ewe.
The farmer stood it up got it balanced
And after a wee, it was as good as new.
There was coffee confusion in the cafe,
Some people had too many,
Whilst others, even after a long wait,
Still hadn't received any.
With fields of sheep on one side,
On the other, beach and Rossili. Bay.
Wild garlic,wood anemone and celandine
Line the path on the woodland way.
On the beautiful beach of Rossili,
The walkers of the U3A
Stood on a chevron drawn in the sand
For a photograph of the day.
We were told it would hardly tire us,
Sherpa Jim's challenging climb,
His idea was climbing a five bar gate,
A gradual gradient and slight incline.
A red dragon on Mumbles pier
Looks out across the bay,
Giving us our final memory
Of our Welsh holiday.
