1895 – 2014
In the Welsh bard’s centenary year
how inappropriate to have lost the Gower.
Not the peninsular but the pub in Gwennyth Street
where a minute felt like an hour.
For this was essentially
a good pub run badly.
Now trussed up, exterior cashiered,
closed for good rather sadly.
The pub survived two world wars,
the age of steam and the Tories.
Barmaids dined out on
Cardiff’s only pub snooker table stories.
A gathering ground for writers and poets
with only the stained glass to listen.
The Railway workers left long ago
this red bricked shunt yard of ambition.
R.I.Pub; The Gower