The Drowning of Capel Celyn

It was cruel to take their village from them down in chapel holly before I was born where calm waters rest like after a storm and wet ground stays silent, the ache of a dry sky;   we flooded them and washed our hands we drained the blood from their lands for an industry many miles away saw life grow for Wilson’s England   vanquished those tarnished in mud, graves lay still a more silent smothered death, the church undone, its frame a last breath, Dee its thunder it spills readily now   now innocent Llyn Celyn silence haunts the place, Cofiwch Dryweryn it reads in Afon Tryweryn because my home Liverpool still stands the submerged town drowned by the English.   Moelfryn                                            Gwerndelwau Glan Celyn & y Llythyrdy                Y Capel Y Fynwent                                         Tŷ Capel Tynybont                                          Yr Ysgol Brynhyfryd                                       Y Gelli Cae Fadog                                         Penbryn Fawr Coed Mynach                                   Dol Fawr Garnedd Lwyd                                Hafod Fadog & Mynwent y Crynwyr Y Tyrpeg                                          Tyddyn Bychan    

Michael Holloway