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St David’s Day announced as National Day of Celebration in Wales in the 18th century. Tough the day is not a public holiday, but still, people of UK and US are busy in many St David’s Day Activities on the day. Schools also organize special programs on the day; people participate in the Famous St David’s Day Run.
They also wear Special Costume on St David’s Day and also pin a Leek or Daffodil on their dresses symbolizing the meanings of the day. They also display the Wales flag with a red dragon on the green and white background.
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St David’s Day Poems
I don’t think so.
Also, With egg yolk
Twitching pointlessly, fruitlessly.
Also Bringing the news
In their all-weather attire.
In icy North-Easters
As the Sun’s arc
Also Up the hill
Took time to
In that hedge
So far from
House or road?
On the banks of this gentle, noble Wye,
Where you and I did sit and dream,
Of days to come, and times to be,
And nights of dancing fleeting by,
To taste the things of youth and try,
When we were young love, you and me.
We did not fear age creeping by,
No thought gave us to growing old,
When in our youth both quick and free,
As we sat on the bank of Noble Wye,
So much in love, just you, and I,
Closer now as the years go by.
Old time, and youth, how fast they fly,
Just memories of those days remain,
Age it seems since we sat in love,
Two as one, just you, and I,
Watching the river gliding by,
On the willowed banks of the Noble Wye.
We dreamed as the river ran swiftly by,
Of houses gardens, and children too,
We swore that we would never part,
And swore true love until we die,
And those eyes I hoped would never cry,
On the banks of the gentle Noble Wye.
The summer breeze singing in grasses dry,
The songs we knew so long ago,
And the dancing on the village green,
The cygnets call as they learn to fly,
Leather on Willow and the fielders cry,
Echo down through the ages of the Noble Wye,
As we lay in wind-blown grasses high,
And recall those days when first we met,
Places we knew, still in memory clear,
And our life together, you and I,
Like the hurrying water passing by,
The banks of this gentle, Noble Wye.
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honored among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the Sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys,
It was air and playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the
Nightjars. Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder:
It was all shining; it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses
Walking warm out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
Short St David’s Day Poems
A cause for celebration
Carried out in
THE WELSH WAY
A time of daffodils and leeks
Our day should last for several weeks!
A time to hear the children sing
Enjoy a feast fit for a King
And wear our National Costume proud
While shouting LONG LIVE WALES
The coastal tides
Bring breeze to the air
The sweet sunshine
Lights the sails, bow, and sea
A glisten from the moonlit night
Saw the dawn flee with fright
Sunny beach of sand and rock.
Mockingbirds who sing and talk
Washed up wonders
Reincarnated with springs sweet wings
A dew which sets
From morning gale
And honored among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time
Would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and died
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.