I woke up to a sound
Beating in my head
An imaginary tune
Which trumpets led.
I did not recognise
What vibrated in my ear
But moved instinctively
In pleasure it was clear.
A mist came over me
Like I was in a dream
Music became louder
Or so it seemed.
Guitars took the stage
A melody subdued
In this euphoria
I felt totally attuned.
The beat continued on
I embraced the melody
It took me to a special place
One that I could only see.
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o boy, could that fat lady sing!
she sung a very special aria!
we didn’t know that she could wing
that complicated song, and look the star-ia!
but with her front teeth (and I sorely quote)
’twas rather she would whistle every note
so shrilly to the rafters of the hall,
it seemed her voice could magically enthrall,
o heavens above, it was not over
in this operatic swift manoeuvre
till the fat lady did whistle, or just sing!
but if it was a whistle, it was shrill,
and if a song, some sort of highland fling!
whatever it was, it was quite the thrill!
A valley in Wales
so green and clear,
no sign of the coal
mined near here.
A land of song,
where mining coal
destroyed its valleys
but not its soul.
Teacher’s note: Wales was once famous for its polluting coal mines. Today we celebrate great Welsh singers such as Dame Shirley Bassey, Charlotte Church, Katherine Jenkins, Bonnie Tyler (Gaynor Sullivan), Sir Tom Jones and Sir Bryn Terfel, actor Richard Burton and poet Dylan Thomas. The word “Eisteddfod” — a musical competition— is taken from the Welsh language which is still spoken.
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