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About a week ago. Leicestershire.
Most seem oblivious to the cuckoo poem which goes:
The cuckoo comes in April,
...
April was too early but since the climate has changed things have got a bit earlier. This year I am surprised there are any before May.
I suppose Lymington is far enough south to be an exception - but the general will hold true at least, this year I would think.
RAB
We prefer this one here:
Wrth ddychwel tuag adref, mi glywais gwcw lon
Oedd newydd groesi'r moroedd i'r ynys fechan hon.
A gwcw gynta’r tymor, a ganai yn y coed
‘Run fath a'r gwcw gyntaf a ganodd gynta’ ‘rioed.
Mi drois yn ôl i chwilio y glasgoed yn y llwyn,
I edrych rhwng y brigau ble roedd y delyn mwyn.
Mi gerddais nes dychwelais o dan fy medw bren,
Ac yno roedd y gwcw yn canu uwch fy mhen.
O diolch iti, gwcw, ein bod ni yma’n cwrdd;
Mi sychais i fy Ilygaid, a’r gwcw aeth i ffwrdd
Un o'n ffefrynnau, bron mor annwyl a "hen gont fach slei ywr wiwer lwyd,,," !
We prefer this one here:
Wrth ddychwel tuag adref, mi glywais gwcw lon
Oedd newydd groesi'r moroedd i'r ynys fechan hon.
A gwcw gynta’r tymor, a ganai yn y coed
‘Run fath a'r gwcw gyntaf a ganodd gynta’ ‘rioed.
Mi drois yn ôl i chwilio y glasgoed yn y llwyn,
I edrych rhwng y brigau ble roedd y delyn mwyn.
Mi gerddais nes dychwelais o dan fy medw bren,
Ac yno roedd y gwcw yn canu uwch fy mhen.
O diolch iti, gwcw, ein bod ni yma’n cwrdd;
Mi sychais i fy Ilygaid, a’r gwcw aeth i ffwrdd
Not much of a poem!
I know the rest, don't you?
The cuckoo comes in April,
He sings his song in May,
He changes his tune in June,
And flies away in July.
Still not much of a poem!
Hi jenkinsbrynmair,
Think you need to renew the batteries in your keyboard.
It's sending out rubbish.
D
The cuckoo comes in April,
He sings his song in May,
He changes his tune in June,
And flies away in July.
I've re-written it
The cuckoo comes in April,
He sings his song in May,
And then come June,
He changes his tune,
And in July he flies away.
Much better, don't you think?
Better but not strictly accurate; doesn't change his tune.
And it's not much of a tune, either
Our cohort were one of the first, I believe (well, we were in our school) to do English literature GCE 'O' Level on 'modern poetry' (as opposed to the good old 'Chaucer'). Little rhyming in the 'Albermarle Book of modern Verse'. That would have been back in 1964 - the poetry was selected from 'eons' previous. Seems to me to be a load of 'unversed' participants on the forum!!
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