The Stuff of Home

Solid she stands, embracing us all.
Warmly protective, memories made real.

Cwtched by her history, her ghosts from before,
Strengthened to face beyond her front door.

Inside - this house is me.
Outside belongs to us all.

Generations of pictures line her thick walls,
Families, weddings, photos from school.

Generations of smiles and Holly the best cow,
Times distantly passed - captured for now.

Inside - this house is me.
Outside belongs to us all.

We care for her gardens with our love and duty,
Nourished by her sweet produce, and blooming beauty.

Swallows and swifts swoop through her eaves,
Bringing whispers of summer and soothing ill ease.

Inside - this house is me.
Outside belongs to us all.

In the depths of Winter starlings bring smiles,
As they make nest beneath her grey slated tiles.

So many creatures share her sanctuary with us,
The unseen, the hedgehogs, butterflies and moths.

Inside – this house is me.
Outside belongs to us all.

Across her splendid fields the wide world waits,
Neighbours work and labour, painting landscape.

In country and town, on hills and in dells,
Together we forge a future for Wales

Inside – this house is me.
Outside belongs to us all.