St. David was born here –
or so the locals say.
I can’t know for sure,
as it wasn’t in my day.
They say his mother birthed him
on a dark and stormy night,
at the cliff’s keen edge,
after taking a bad fright.
He’s now the patron saint of Wales,
famous through the world –
but it doesn’t hurt to think
of how he was hurled
into the start of life –
a beginning with such strife.
Written 22/08/2011. Published in Poetry.com, 2013.