| Where I Belong |
| I stand and look, from lofty peak Oh such emotion, I cannot speak For there is my valley, where I was born It stands at the end, of a promising dawn It's a scene that fills, my heart with pride Where courage, beauty, stand side by side Green rolling mountains, reach to the sky As if in silent prayer, to him on high Now stilled mines, a dark silhouette A lasting monument, to blood, tears, sweat To those still entombed, in a coffin of coal Courage a password, in that hungry black hole But brave Rhondda, found time to rejoice As songs from hearts, resounded in voice This land of my fathers, that is home to me There is nowhere else, I would rather be My heart is here, in this land of song My Rhondda Valley, where I belong |
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| Copyright: Robert Lewis 1998-2003 Worldwide All rights reserved This poem may not be copied by any means without the express permission of the author |
| This poem has been published by Anchor Books |