I wanted to ring you last night 
I wanted to tell of the journey to the valleys 
The twists, the turns, the suddenly closed roads
No map reader like me in the car 
To tell of meeting with Jo and Sian
The meal with the family - the jokes - the kindness  -  the
laughter 
Owain was with us, when was the last time we saw him? 
The confusion of how to find the layby up at  carn-y-bugail,
The arrangements we made 
Then the breakfast when Jane and Andy arrived 
 The drive across the valleys, again
a closed road - 
All to meet at the new high school in Bargoed 
The ride up over the mountain gate, all the ponies, 
Many more than I remembered that there used to be.   
The lambs and their mams gently wandering over the road,
Then the red kites, two over the mountain - how good is that 
We found the layby; the wind was cold and strong.
I got your ashes from the car - in 4 neat bottles, 
Keith, Paul, Jane and Samuel took one – Paul locked his tight and wal
undid it 
We said a prayer and they carried the ashes over the road and 
They scattered  in the sharp wind
that came from behind us.
The ponies came to watch 
The skylarks sang in the high cold air
And the sun came through the clouds
We had a picture taken, we said a parting prayer
We hugged and promised to meet again
And then the cars scattered in different ways 
We went north, up past the Taff reservoirs to Brecon 
Paul overtook us on the road to Builth 
And we drove up the march till at last we came home 
into our valley,  so like and yet
so different from yours 
Then I wanted to ring you and tell you of our weekend 
