Karen (for Jeff)
Her maiden name was Wood,
And summers (when she was good),
Her dad would take her strolling
Through the Welsh valleys rolling.
The apple of his eye,
Impatient for July,
And those stolen carefree weeks
In the land of slate and leeks.
Now Karen is a mother,
And grandad has another
Young girl to hold his hand
As he walks St David's land.
Some spoil their kids with chocolate,
Some with strings of pearls,
But Jeff's idea of heaven is
Welsh walking with his girls.
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