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HILLDWELLERS OF THE UPLANDS SWANSEA

HILLDWELLERS OF THE UPLANDS SWANSEA    TIM WILLIAMS 2014 JAN.

PEOPLE WALK UP THIS HILL AT EXAGGERATED ANGLES
NOSES FOUR INCHES FROM THE FLAGGED PAVEMENT
THEY NAVIGATE BY CRACKS AND CONTOURS
IN THE ANCIENT ALWAYS SLIPPERY SLABS

THE FOLK WALKING DOWN THE HILL
WALK AT THE SAME ANGLE, BUT REVERSED
LOOKING TO ALL UNSUNDRY, AS IF BEING BLOWN
BY A TYPHOON WIND,EMUNATING FROM THE VISIBLE SEA

THOSE WHO ARE NATIVE TO THIS HILL
THEIR BODIES HAVE EVOLVED OVER A HUNDRED YEAR PERIOD
HAVE CALF MUSCLES LIKE BALLOONS
BUT AS HARD AS PORT TALBOT STEEL

THOSE THAT ARE FOREIGN TO THE AREA
ONCE AS NEWBIEES BORROWED A BICYCLE TO GO DOWN  WHEEEEE!!
BURNED OUT THE BRAKES ON DESCENT
AND THE BICYCLE NOW LAYS ABANDONED AND RUSTING AT THE HILLS FOOT

THEY ARE A SQUAT HARDY RACE THESE
WELSH HILLDWELLING TRIBES
WITH LUNGS THE DIAMETER OF FOOTBALLS
SNUB NOSED TO AVOID SCRAPAGE , WITH SMALL MUDFLAPPED EYES

DYLAN THOMAS WAS BORN ON THIS HILL
FOR I SPEAK OF CWMDONKIN DRIVE
WHERE PEOPLE WITH CARS TO PARK OVERNIGHT
USE HANDBRAKES, REVERSE GEAR AND BRICKS  ( WELL JUST IN CASE ! )

THERE SHOULD BE A SIGN ON TOP OF THIS HILL
THAT WARNS, NOT TO BE OVERLADEN ON DESCENT
AS THIS CAN RESULT IN INJURY OR DROWNING YOU SEE
FOR GRADIENT AND MOMENTUM MAY CARRY YOU INTO THE SEA

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