Peoms Contributions

Too Many - Gwyn Morgan	Reveille - Bill Randel
Too many nights spiced with romance Too many women led by my dance Too many chances I didn't turn down Too many times I played the clown Too many options that I choose wrong Too many places I didn't belong Too many errors I know I made Too many pipers that had to be paid Too many secrets that I cant share Too many sorrows for one to bear Too many tears that will not dry Too many questions that wonder why Too many heartaches what could I do? Too many wishes didn't come true Too many roles to be recast Too many hours reliving the past	Reveille has been sounded, get up has been the call, a new day has been started it will last until night fall. Water in the tap there is to wash my hands and face My Gazette is in the news rack, my breakfast on the plate, my shopping I’ve thinking, what will I want today , there are children playing behind my house, there noises make my day, my daughter is on the telephone, she asks how are you today I say very well thank you, it's another bonus day, what about my prescription will you take it in I’ve only got one tablet left i think I’m going thin i think I’ll write a letter. to whom i don’t know yet, and tell them what I’m thinking and the things that make me fret the following is taken for granted it's part of our everyday freedom from want, freedom of speech, freedom of religion and freedom from fear we must not forget the sacrifices made by so many people in the past that we all may live in peace, unity and happiness and we have got to make it last.

Too Many -
Gwyn Morgan

Reveille -
Bill Randel

Too many nights spiced with romance
Too many women led by my dance
Too many chances I didn't turn down
Too many times I played the clown
Too many options that I choose wrong
Too many places I didn't belong
Too many errors I know I made
Too many pipers that had to be paid

Too many secrets that I cant share
Too many sorrows for one to bear
Too many tears that will not dry
Too many questions that wonder why
Too many heartaches what could I do?
Too many wishes didn't come true
Too many roles to be recast
Too many hours reliving the past

Reveille has been sounded,
get up has been the call,
a new day has been started
it will last until night fall.
Water in the tap there is to wash my hands and face
My Gazette is in the news rack,
my breakfast on the plate,
my shopping I’ve thinking,
what will I want today ,
there are children playing behind my house,
there noises make my day,
my daughter is on the telephone,
she asks how are you today
I say very well thank you,
it's another bonus day,
what about my prescription
will you take it in
I’ve only got one tablet left
i think I’m going thin
i think I’ll write a letter.
to whom i don’t know yet,
and tell them what I’m thinking
and the things that make me fret
the following is taken for granted
it's part of our everyday
freedom from want, freedom of speech,
freedom of religion and freedom from fear
we must not forget the sacrifices
made by so many people in the past
that we all may live in peace, unity and happiness
and we have got to make it last.

Death - Gwyn Morgan	Down In The Valley - Billy King
Are you deaf? he asks, turning down the volume. So the music dies, and I hear the ringing in my ears Day and night it's there. The same sound Quasimodo heard, non stop when the bells stopped pealing. How many more times Do I have to say sorry, I beg your pardon, or say that they can please. Does my deafness make them talk quieter, is it a medical condition that's good for a laugh? Why do they smile I can't see the joke. not even when they say I'll give you a ring.	In Wales there is a valley, At the bottom of a hill, Where you would be forgiven, For thinking time stood still Once used shafts of coal mines, Old smells of molten steel The hidden caves of chartists, A history that's surreal It helped us all to get a vote, Produced the steel for rail We all should be indebted, To GlynEbwy, Ebbw Vale. Thatcher closed the coal mines, In 1989 July the 5th 2002, Became the Foundries time They thought that Ebbw Vale would die, That it would not survive But true determination, Has helped keep the town alive Unity and freedom, “UNDEB A RHYDDID” A motto born of pride and faith, Helped locals in their bid To build a better future, They knew just what to do And with the garden festival, In 1992 A new light shone down on the town, And helped them all to cope New jobs, New shops, New houses built, And with that came new hope A town that once was put to sleep, Awoken with a start A Lily in a valley, Full of flowers in my heart
Wimberry Picking - Gwyn Morgan	Begging - Gwyn Morgan
The news whispered around the village, over garden gates, in shopping queues. "they are ready for picking." Dad was working all week Sunday was chapel. You can't pick wimberries on sunday. But Saturday was fine picking day. With food prepared, we were tinned and jarred. I was hungary at the top of the street. Refused a sandwich, I sulked an ahead. After climbing to the mountain top We wrapped our food in our coats. Mam opened the tin and took out our jars. One with a bag of sweets "Give some to you brother", My sister was told, "Remember, no eating, no stalks, no leaves," Dad showed us where to pick As we bent over bushes, birds skydived above. Mam viewed the vally floor. She gaurded the food, tipped jam jars in the tin. The stalked the leaves we had missed. Betrayed by blue lips, we all hung our heads. "You won't want any food" she said, We proved her wrong when the picnic had gone. Then slowly we made our way home. Dad carried the bag as we dog legged down. My sister had to help make the tart. I had to wash and get out of the way The annual event was done.	Once, she would pass this corner with a purse full of cash to spend now she sits on the pavement, cardboard her only friend Spare some coins for a cup of tea, she begs the passers by holding out her plastic cup, never looking them in the eye. No one stops to talk to her, friends of old walk on. They do not recognise her, the face they knew has gone. Now uncombed and toothless, cold shouldered, on the floor. sitting until it's time to find a bedroom outside a door.
Down In The Valley - Billy King	In Care - Gwyn Morgan
In Wales there is a valley, At the bottom of a hill, Where you would be forgiven, For thinking time stood still Once used shafts of coal mines, Old smells of molten steel The hidden caves of chartists, A history that's surreal It helped us all to get a vote, Produced the steel for rail We all should be indebted, To GlynEbwy, Ebbw Vale. Thatcher closed the coal mines, In 1989 July the 5th 2002, Became the Foundries time They thought that Ebbw Vale would die, That it would not survive But true determination, Has helped keep the town alive Unity and freedom, “UNDEB A RHYDDID” A motto born of pride and faith, Helped locals in their bid To build a better future, They knew just what to do And with the garden festival, In 1992 A new light shone down on the town, And helped them all to cope New jobs, New shops, New houses built, And with that came new hope A town that once was put to sleep, Awoken with a start A Lily in a valley, Full of flowers in my heart	Sitting like the others in an easy chair, with nothing else to do to except sit and stare. she is waiting now for her cup of tea, another wait, to see what dinner will be. The routine is the same whatever the day and everyone knows they are there to stay. Perhaps that is why you see no happy face or meet someone, who wants to be in the place. So they sit together with hardly a word, there is nothing to say, that has not been heard. Staring at the wall with one eye on the door, no regular visitors come anymore. The she wonders who cares, that she is in care, who is responsible for putting her there. with no way out, through they never lock the gates, she has no option, she just sits and waits