In the poem Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas writes about his childhood memories of his aunt’s Camarthenshire farm…
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
(An extract from the poem ‘Fern Hill’ by Dylan Thomas, 1945)
