A poem by J. W. Lloyd a retired teacher in Llanelli and published in the Llanelli Star 15th. January 2009.


The waves like plumed cavalry,
Rush in continuous line.
They rear high over ancient rocks,
The steadfast shields of time.
In rows they fall, those brave Hussars,
Crashing on shingles with a roar.
But with flags flying and loud hurrahs,
Fresh ranks charge and take the shore.
Suddenly lances of silver and white,
Fly in arcs as if from fountains,
Flash in the late afternoon light,
Above seas folded like mountains.
Yet long before half past five,
Of that brigade of might.
Not one horseman will be found alive
As tide and day, give way to night.

J. W. Lloyd