6 Fresh and Latest Short and Long St David’s Day Poems 2017

Searching for best St David’s Day Poems? Come and join us because we are providing you the latest and best St David’s Day Poems 2017. St David’s Day UK is an event of celebrating the day in honoring and remembering Patron Saint David of Wales. He died on March 1, 601 so the St David’s Day also celebrated on 1 March every year in UK and US.

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

Poem 1

St David’s Day Poems 2

Dancing Daffodils?

I don’t think so.



Driven ducklings

Also, With egg yolk

Ever-ready mouths.

Twitching pointlessly, fruitlessly.

Also Bringing the news

In their all-weather attire.



In icy North-Easters

As the Sun’s arc

Climbs higher

Also Up the hill


Took time to

Plant them

In that hedge

So far from

House or road?


Poem 2

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.


Poem 3

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

St David’s Day Poems

Poem 1

A cause for celebration

Carried out in


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


Poem 2

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

Broken things

Reincarnated with springs sweet wings

A dew which sets

From morning gale


Poem 3

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.




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