Thursday, November 01, 2007


For you, a stranger, a neighbour, a friend, for his Wales
He’d run through granite walls,
The first to answer any call,
The first to dive in for the fifty-fifty ball,
The first to raise you up, if you should fall,
Who made the greatest challenge seem so small,
The one to make you feel more than ten feet tall.

He wouldn’t do with all this doom and gloom.
Be grateful you breathed the same air as him.
Now stand as one and make a nation of Gravs bloom!

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