Wendy A. Nottingham
Prince Madoc, I thrill at the very sound
Of your name, ancient voyager to lands.
Did your heart beat fast when touching the sands
Of territories that by chance you’d found?
What were your thoughts when first you left the ground
Where stood your home, the ancient motherlands,
Your eyes set firmly on the alien strands
On the horizon? Did your temples pound?
Your brothers fought to retain tight control
Of Wales, against a thieving English king.
Was Columbus furious and did he belch
When, landing in America, his goal,
Found your legacy, through branches peeking
And heard brave painted natives speaking Welsh?