PLASCRUG
PLASCRUG
There was a great ditch
And an avenue of trees
Leading directly
From the busy town
To the cemetery’s silence
Ornate gates sick with rust
Relics of grander times
When they marked the way
To ancient Plascrug
Back and forth we jumped
Across the weed choked water
There was a Scout Hut
Near a playground
A row of park benches
Where we sat in summer
Places to kiss and smoke
Cover for the timid to hide
As bicycles sped by
Back and forth we jumped
Across the weed choked water
There was a stone wall
Topped with broken glass
We peered over it
Watched lorries being loaded
Alongside a railway line
Heard the engine’s whistle
And the hauliers curse
Back and forth we jumped
Across the weed choked water
The night before we
All left home for good
We gathered in Plascrug
In the eerie darkness
High on beer and excitement
And for the last time
Back and forth we jumped
Across the weed choked water.
Paul sadler
Sat 28th Apr 2018 17:47
David, I caught your poems at wrexham carnival of words, and the poem about your father's watch really touched me, so went looking for your other poems, and came across this one. I also grew up in aberystwyth before moving to wrexham and remember vividly plascrug, especially the day my dog jumped in the weed choked water. My parents also come from llanpadarn but they moved away, and for my dad's 70th birthday all he wanted was go go back to aber and revisit the walks and places of his youth, and top of the list was plascrug and remember the days he and my mum courted and planned their futures....and as it turned out me. Funny how a place is so important to so many. Thank you for sharing your poems, diolch am y cerddi.