The sleeping Welsh town once rose like Olympus

in stature, the air that came off the Irish Sea

pure and blessed

and whilst the salt combination of a world’s ocean

rocked against its brick stone valley girthed

and holiday hiding hole for many a child

from the docks of Liverpool

and the might of the Midlands’ industry,

Olympus now lays dormant.

 

Or so it appears as you scratch the surface of the giant,

its splendour not sleeping,

just neglected by those whose tastes have changed