This is a poem by National Poet of Wales, Ifor ap Glyn, it was specially commissioned by Literature Wales to mark 20 years of devolution in Wales.
The Assembly at 20
Wales is not a poem but a continuous chat,
framed by the stones and glass of this house,
as the oak and the slate find their voice.
Wales is not a menu but a magic kitchen
where we chow down on fresh laws,
drink our own instructions
and bake hopes for the next generation.
I came here as a young dad, two decades ago,
to sing this place to life, to celebrate a new discourse;
and watched my children come of age,
the first to do so, in a long-trousered land.
And thus, our country was brought
from the time of sol-ffa, to the time of the selfie,
and we hold up our history, between the sun and ourselves,
to take a snap of the family today.
But those images must be better shared;
the rhythm of the chat is changing;
no more do we just want to ‘be’, like before,
we’ve a taste for doing too.
Both in this house, and beyond,
our song must be heard, so we cherish its worth;
‘our strength is in our people’;
our self belief, rebirth.
Ifor ap Glyn
National Poet of Wales
This poem was specially commissioned by Literature Wales to mark 20 years of devolution in Wales.