Min Lewis said ....

UP STREET TOFFS AND DOWN STREET TOUGHS 
AND A TUCKED AWAY HUSH-A-BYE HOUSE 
THE LAPPING WAVES LICK THE ESTUARY STONES 
SEE POETS CUFFLINKS AND MAMMOTH BONES 
AND HIGH AND DWARFISH QUEEN ANN HOMES 
IN DRAGON PARK THE COLD WIND MOANS 

ON ST. JOHNS HILL A THOUSAND VOICES CRY 
WHERE LONG NECKED CORMORANT AND THE CURLEW FLY 
OLD MANS TALES AND BARMAID GOSS 
ALL SCRIBBLED DOWN ON AN OLD FAG BOX 
A BOY CALLED THOMAS IN RED DARNED SOCKS 
PUBS GALORE NO NICK -KNACK SHOPS 

THIS PLACE HAS NO RAILWAY AND SO NO TRAIN 
BUT STRANGERS COME AND GO LIKE RAIN 
ALL AMERICANS ARE THEY MILLIONAIRES 
THEY THOUGHT A LOT OF THOMAS THERE 
AND THE WINDOWS HAVE A VACANT GLARE 
WHAT STRANGE BUISNESS GOES ON IN THERE 

AND MIN LEWIS RAISES UP HER WELL USED PEN 
TO WRITE OF LAUGHARNE OR FOR KIDS AGAIN 
AND HUSBAND STANLEY PAINTS IN BLUE AND GREY 
TO ILLUSTRATE WHAT SHE'S TRYING TO SAY 
AND DYLANS WATCHING FROM A WHITE CROSSED GRAVE 
AS TOURISTS PASS HE SMILES AND WAVES 

DYLANS HOUSE STANDS CALMLY 
ON THE BUTTOCK OF A CLIFF 
SEE'S ALL, HEARS ALL, NOTHING SAID 
AND THE TIDE COMES IN AND THE TIDE GOES OUT 
LEAVING COCKLE SHELL MEMORIES FOR US TO COUNT