You 'little' Beast,
With hidden claws,
Waiting for me,
As I turned for home.
The music played,
Before you sprung,
Your deadly trap,
With drum bands and whistles.
My strength sapped,
By that quarry,
The winding road,
And those long desolate fells.
Cold and hungry,
Me not you,
As I climbed,
Your back at Foel Cwmcerwyn.
Only to drop,
Once more to,
The Beasts Lair,
And the boardwalk to home.
Roger Bennett
May 2014
(All Rights Reserved)
A short poem about The Preseli Beast Bach 10.5 mile off road race, the Beasts Lair, and of course the highest point on the Preseli Mountains; Foel Cwmcerwyn
