The Crimea Pass
It was opened at the time of the Crimean War.
This does not seem to be a legend.
Though probably it was not built by Russian prisoners
who left their boots behind.
This does seem to be a legend.
After all this is North Wales and ours is the land of legends
and we all know that the pub at the summit
served ale on Sunday lock-ins right up to time
when the purple dragon was sent to burn it down to nothing.
Only pine trees remain
to mark the spot for ever.
And as for the dragon, he found a mate
with our native red and made happy families
in a slate cavern for many years.
But when the time was right
the still angry drinkers
raised their glasses
to cast a spell
which transformed all the dragons.
Changed them into the rhododendrons
which grow like pink and purple miracles,
breaths of dragon fire colouring the slate tips.
It’s something to ponder when you pass over the Crimea in springtime.