It’s true that in this place, today,
heroes are in short supply,
and deeds of valour done no more.
But still it’s told
that in these domed and watching hills
– how many years ago? –
armour sparkled in the sun
and banners cracked in answer to the wind,
shafts were notched and bows were bent,
and in these very vales were bred
a race of men who would pursue their cause
unto the bitter end.
And were they wrong,
to stand against the storm,
these men who sleep
– and who knows where? –
beneath green ferns and golden gorse?
The bells of seven centuries
have rung out since that day.
Our armour’s rusted through and through,
and it’s not done
– I wonder why? –
to say too much in praise of them – those men.
But the valleys and the hills remain.
The crows still circle, just the same.
From ‘Welsh Past and Present’