Looking over Merthyr Tydfil

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I’m standing up on a hilltop, above the Town that’s known as Merthyr
You can look as far as your eyes can see, but you need to look no further
For this is the Town, where a hard life was born
Where poor people lived, and to survive, had to learn
A Town that was known for its Iron, but those days, have now passed
But still the name of Merthyr is a name that forever lasts
If you travel the whole World over, you will find that Merthyr’s known
From the early days of Rebecca,where the seeds of rebellion was sown
And though it was crushed on that day long ago, it still cannot be forgot
Of the squalor of the People with nothing,and of the riches that others have got.

[bren]

haydnandmoe said:

I’m standing up on a hilltop, above the Town that’s known as Merthyr
You can look as far as your eyes can see, but you need to look no further
For this is the Town, where a hard life was born
Where poor people lived, and to survive, had to learn
A Town that was known for its Iron, but those days, have now passed
But still the name of Merthyr is a name that forever lasts
If you travel the whole World over, you will find that Merthyr’s known
From the early days of Rebecca,where the seeds of rebellion was sown
And though it was crushed on that day long ago, it still cannot be forgot
Of the squalor of the People with nothing,and of the riches that others have got.

[bren]

haydnandmoe said:

lOVED THE POEM -TAKES ME BACK
TO THINKING OF MY DAD LIVING IN PENYDARREN THE WHITEY THEY WERE POOR BUT HONEST

I’m standing up on a hilltop, above the Town that’s known as Merthyr
You can look as far as your eyes can see, but you need to look no further
For this is the Town, where a hard life was born
Where poor people lived, and to survive, had to learn
A Town that was known for its Iron, but those days, have now passed
But still the name of Merthyr is a name that forever lasts
If you travel the whole World over, you will find that Merthyr’s known
From the early days of Rebecca,where the seeds of rebellion was sown
And though it was crushed on that day long ago, it still cannot be forgot
Of the squalor of the People with nothing,and of the riches that others have got.

[Deleted]

Hi Bren,.I am sure that the Memories that you have of your Dad,is something that you will always Cherish,I am glad that one of my Poems,have awakened them,Best Wishes,Haydn

[morgangareth36]

Hello

Speaking of the Rebecca Riots. What route did old Dic take to his last resting place in Aberavon?

I know the route was lined with mourners. He was buried at Aberavon and not in his birthplace of Pyle.

It may sound daft but I seem to remember someone saying that he was carried over the mountains.

Was his body carried from Cardiff up to Penderyn but refused a burial which meant that he had to be carried down to Aberavon to be buried.

Gareth

[ynysfachman1]

he went via trecco bay..lol

[bronwen]

Hi -I joined this forum today.I liked your poem.Thanks for putting it out there for everyone to enjoy.Regards Bronwen

[Haydn Roberts]

Hi Bronwen,I am glad that you liked it,much appreciated.