They say we think too much,
too often of the past.
This may be so.
We were beaten to our knees,
though neither by their numbers
nor their steel,
but by their gallows and their writs
and, in the course of time,
by our foolish, dumb quiescence –
till we became complacent guests
within our native land.
Still, I nailed my colours to the mast
long years ago.
And what would I not have done …
ventured all and everything, I know,
to have moved the gaming pieces,
to have moved across the board
with the fortitude of those who came before.
But if the hills look down on me, today,
well, I can understand.
From ‘Welsh Past and Present’