the gloaming o'er the bay,
turning on the tide exhales,
and slowly dries on salted skins,
of a summer day in Wales.
where such enchantments lay,
the evening slowly pales,
and the coolness of dusk begins,
on this summer day in Wales.
dream of heat, let's say,
mutes the alpha males,
tunes them to the child within,
on a summer day in Wales.
long in castled spades at play
has subdued the emotional gales,
and sleep seeps deep there,in their summer day in Wales.