Cordell Country

Nantyglo Iron Works

Well here I am with a bit of spare time.
For reasons I don’t even know.
So what do I do with this spare time?
Visit somewhere I’ve always wanted to go?
I find myself in the town of Blaenavon!
A place I see most every day...
But I’ve stopped off to visit this historical town...
So mmmm? What more can I say?
Cordell wrote books about this place
About a family fictional but kind of true
For in the steps of that story you tread
That goes over the mountain homeward bound too!
After wandering around and looking at stuff,
I sit for a biscuit and tea.
And low and behold foreigners at the next table.
Talking a language quite alien to me?
Alas it’s the mother-tongue that I know nothing of..
For it was not taught when in school.
But here they are conversing away
And it leaves me feeling quite the fool!
Our history abounds right around us
We have men and women who a mark made
Forefathers of industry solid and hard
Tracks of steam, iron and coal trucks laid!
It’s all gone now along with the language
Specially in this area of Wales
Our country was ravaged as read in the book
But the land of song somehow prevails?