Idris Davies memorial in Rhymney

Idris Davies Grave

When April came to Rhymney,
with shower and sun and shower.
The green hills and the brown hills,
could sport some silver flower.
And sweet it was to fancy,
that even the blackest mound
was proud of its single daisy,
rooted in bitter ground.

And old men would remember,
and young men would be vain.
And the hawthorn by the pithead,
would blossom in the rain.
And the blackest streets of evening,
they had their magic hour,
when April came to Rhymney,
with shower and sun and shower.

Rhymney Valley by Robert Drayton