The River Wye
The Serpent Of Dean
by Charles E S Fairey
You the mysterious Sylvan River Wye
Your peregrine and hunting sky,
What histories you have seen
Severn’s great Forest Queen.
You the serpent and your meander
Your imagination, the great enchanter,
Flowing through the wooded vale
Your Severn head and Welsh tail.
Through cliffs you carved your way
To Chepstow from the town of Hay,
Your splendor and silvery surface
Your Vaga deity’s loves and curses.
Great Offa follows your forest path
Guarding England from Britons wrath,
Hill forts dotted either side
With the ancient tribes you ride.
Floods occasionally you bring
To your Forest and historic king,
What devastating power you hold
What inspiring stories you’ve told.
You the Wye and your Yat Rock
Your abbey and lordly flock,
Your hidden druids and forest leys
You the serpent, all histories you sees.
You, the serpent of Dean’s woods
Your shiny shimmer and tidal floods,
Up above your guardians hunt and fly
You the mysterious Sylvan River Wye.