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Diwrnod Llenyddiaeth Gwyl Bryngarw

Robert Minhinnick

Fel rhan o Ŵyl Gelfyddydau Bryngarw 2009, bu Datblygu’r Celfyddydau Pen-y-bont ar Ogwr yn cydweithio â’r Academi i greu diwrnod o ddigwyddiadau llenyddiaeth yn y rhaglen.

Yn ystod y dydd ar 9 Gorffennaf 2009, bu’r bardd Robert Minhinnick yn gweithio gyda dau ddeg pedwar o unigolion o Ysgol Gyfun Porth-cawl a Sgwad `Sgwennu Pen-y-bont ar Ogwr i greu detholiad o farddoniaeth wedi’i ysbrydoli gan olygfeydd, seiniau ac amgylchedd cyffredinol Parc Gwledig Bryngarw. Bu’r grŵp hefyd yn gweithio gyda’r gwneuthurwr printiau Pete Williams i greu baner eiriau ar bapur Tsieineaidd gan ddefnyddio hen lythrennau o wasg argraffu. Cafodd wedyn ei harddangos yn y babell ynghyd â’r cerddi a’r lluniau a grëwyd yn ystod yr Ŵyl.

Gyda’r nos daeth chwe deg tri o bobl i ddigwyddiad amrywiol a oedd yn cynnwys lansio llyfr Seren, Seahorses are Real, nofel gyntaf gan yr awdur lleol Zillah Bethell; darlleniadau barddoniaeth gan Sgwad `Sgwennu Pen-y-bont ar Ogwr a disgyblion o Ysgol Gyfun Porth-cawl dan gadeiryddiaeth Robert Minhinnick ac adrodd straeon gan Cat Weatherill.

Pete Williams

Cerddi:

The Red Tree

Lewis

The trees are rustling and birds are chirping

I see logs on the slimy mud

Squirrels are collecting acorns

Vines wrapping around trees

The red tree is my favourite tree

Because it is furry, it is like the hair on a gorilla

The trees smell organic

Lawnmowers in the background

Little plants making their way up

Lily pads floating on the pond, rivers are flowing into

And on the pond, little pond skaters skating around

And on the ground many leaves

I love the world. I try to do my bit for the environment

Nature is always by my side.

My Exploration of a whole New Universe

Rachel Lewis

It’s not my weird and wonderful world; it’s so much more,

It feels like I’ve stepped through a magical door.

Watch delicate dogs run, and cheeky children have fun

You can just about see through these timeless trees,

The beautiful yellow and orange sun.

I can hear the roaring rush of the river Garw,

The not so silent sway of the astonishing azaleas.

I go on a trek; I see strange stones, so colourful and bright,

It’s like I’ve touched a ray of light.

I also see ravishing ripples in the pond,

Broken branches, it’s still amazing to me.

My sat-nav brain tells me I’ve reached y destination.

I think its right.

Time’s taken its toll, I wish I could stay.

I’ve enjoyed my time with you today.

Quest of Love and Nature

Here in Bryngarw Park, we hear nothing but lawn mowers

But while I was at a meeting, I heard an owl hoot.

As we began our quest, we began to see

Large statues of large heads, bugs and all sorts

We also came across a bush of thorns, which could scratch

And make you itch.

The trees feel as rough as a large stone with bark

Moss with an icky, mucky colour feels soft as sheep’s wool.

On one tree, the branches have holly on them, As sharp as a porcupine.

We hear the leaves being blown by the wind,

Oh my goodness! A tree which looks like a giant man with muscles.

How strong is he? I don’t know. He was really high.

We then came across a pond and there lying on the surface were lily pads.

They were as wet as napkins being dropped in a sink full of water.

What is that lovely sound? It’s a bird! This lovely creature

Has a voice like a flute playing in the orchestra.

The Senses of Bryngarw Park

Samantha Denyer, Katie Keeping and David Mcluraith

Bryngarw Park is a place of smell,

Fresh fertile air fills your lungs,

Flowers some sweet some sour

Create an amazing aroma

Marshy mud the opposite flavour

Come down the hill and there’s a catatonic change in smell

But soon your eyes take over

Bryngarw Park is a place of sight

Arching trees twine together, giving the image of a wedding

Motherly magpies sing a song of love

As they travel to build a nest for their resting chicks

In the tress high above the love carvings

The couples express their love in a way that is everlasting

Bryngarw Park is a place of sound

Darling ducks are quacking, the rustling leaves as the squirrels leap

Makes a song of love as the owls and bats sleep

Alongside the river is being rowdy and rough

As the children skim stones with a shimmering splash

Further you go through the forest today the sense of touch comes into play

Bryngarw Park is a place of touch

Entering the statue garden you reach out and feel

The damp, soft, slushy moss, rubbing against the grooves of your fingers

The roots under your feet rubbing against your toes

As you move away from the glade towards the car park

You think to yourself

The sights, sounds, smells and feelings tickle your senses

You have a new memory that’s everlasting.

The River

Ieuan Briers

It glides and weaves

Like a watery snake

With its ice cold fangs

It’ll make you shiver and shake

It charges and storms like

An angry Rhino

Unstoppable and dangerous

The unpredictable dynamo

The Forest

Ieuan Briers

The stench of decay was obvious

As we made our way

But we dare not separate

Or let one of us go astray

Through the forest we kept on track

Like Doctor Livingston or Captain Cook

Famous explorers knowing the world

Like pages from a book

We returned home with our head held high

Tom, Anne and me

All the plants, trees and animals of Bryngarw

Had been unleashed by us travellers three.

Bryngarw Park

Mel Davies and Talia Davies

Bryngarw Park, so happy and joyful

The ducks glide so softly across the river

The leaves shiver delicately in the wind

The smell of the freshly cut grass is beautiful

The feel of the bark on the tree is rough and moss covered

The Japanese gardens so peaceful and inspiring

The laughter of children echoes through the park

The cycle track filled with cyclists going fast and recklessly

The sun filters through the trees in the forest, shining and sparkling

The bark prints dotted around the park from previous visitors

Bryngarw Park so happy and joyful

Bryngarw Park

Lauren Hill

Brown birds soar sky high

Thin trees sway in the breeze

And the Japanese garden is silent

Leaves fall from the abandoned branches

Merging together to form a carpet

While scary animals charge through the bushes.

You can hear birds tweeting

And smell the dew from the fresh grass

The bark teases your fingers

As you touch and feel for the textures.

As you hear, touch and smell

You admire Bryngarw Park.

 

A Day at Bryngarw

As you enter the beautiful bright forest

Early in the morning, it’s silent

Then as the ducks awaken, the silence is broken

The sweet musical sounds of the dawdling ducks

The birds arise from their slumber

The magical whistles of their natural beauty and talent

As the morning turns to noon, the children

And family enter the site. A smile stretches

Across the child’s face as he watches his

Reflection appear in the shimmering

Pond. The fish swim softly and gently greeting

The boy, though his reflection ripples his

Happiness glistens

The fast flowing river is crowded. As it

Watches the children play and splash in the

Water, he too enjoys making others happy.

The tall, thin trees shade the guests from

The burning hot sun, but still let’s sun shine break

Through. The sweet scent of blossoms breeze

Through the wood swiftly.

As the day comes to a finish, the

Cars, children and family leave. The beautiful

Forest again is silent. Waiting, waiting, waiting

For tomorrow to begin.

Bryngarw Park

Sophie Bevan and Jess Cundy

The ducks glide across the ripples of the water like a floating feather

The trickle of the water as it flushes away is enough to soothe anyone

The heat of the sun praises on the water warming the little visitors that come to play

The bridge stands adequately as we all come and admire the peace and quiet

The flowers bloom so delicately on the rough surface of the old oak

The Japanese garden is ripe and ready as ever for the new season, Summer.

The willow tree whistles by the soft touch of the wind

The bugs scatter on the sandy ground like an angry mob

The leaves shiver in the wind like a cold baby

The sun shot shadow blazes the grounds of Bryngarw

Tree Tops

The tree tops glisten with the dew left from the cold night

The top most branches of the old oak wave in the blissful breeze

Leaves flutter gracefully to the green grassy ground and rest

Amongst the others that have fallen and turned brown.

Sparrows spring from tree to tree echoing their sweet song through the blue sky

Ivy twined around rough brown bark tumbles through the clear air

Beautiful blossoms nestle within the star shaped leaves

Leaves from other trees merge with the various sizes, shapes and shades of the big beech

Rushing, the river flows past, rapidly speeding up carrying smooth soft pebbles

Along the wrath of the water.

Bubbling the river sparkles and the ripples rest as the sun beats down,

shining in the reflection of the children’s faces

Giggling gleefully the children drift into the darkest depths of the forest.

Trwy’r coedwig tywyll

Hefo adar bach

A’r pricop slei

Mae’r coed wedi cwmpo

A dail swnllyd

A’r danadl poethion dychrynnllyd

Mae rhai pethau Ddrwg ac ofnus

Ond rhaipethau da

Sef

Gwiwerod bach

Gyda cnau blasus iawn

Heb feddyliad drwg o gwbl

Bryngarw

Lawn mowers cutting

Tree leaves rustling

Twigs snapping

Birds chirping

Nasty nettles

Smooth leaves

Damp wood

And moisturised moss

Scampering squirrels

Flowing streams

And a mossy mound of mud

Broken trees and colourful logs

With silky spider webs

Under the torn tree branches

There were black beetles and

Slimy mushrooms like leather.

Tranquil Change

Rachel Mcmeekin

I’ve stepped into a wonderful world

So calm,

So different

No longer are the towering trees dull and green

They are red rhododendrons and amazing azaleas

Little rocky foot bridges and oriental lanterns

Rive Garw and streams make here so tranquil

The beautiful bamboo shoots shoot up higher than the eye can see

But all I see is change

I walk on

The trees make a pitch black tunnel

I walk on and on …until

Everything is back to the way it was

Like time has stood still here

I’ll come here again some day

I promise

I will

 

Bryngarw

Tom

The water parts, leaving its cascading brother to fall, effortlessly, down the small moss filled channel. It looks longingly towards its brother, as it tumbles down the cracked and chipped stone Sentinels which watch silently from the river bed, gazing with a glazed stone eye at the water’s faltering flow. While the water twists and turns down the spiralling meander its brother moves fast, spitting angrily at their sudden separation. The defeated water falls from the last rock, splashing down back into the rippling pool, meeting with its murky brother. Embracing each other in an overlapping cycle, they both sweep down the river, reunited at last.

Bryngarw Park

Samantha

Dancing dragonflies skim across the murky water

The sound of the river timidly tipping over the rocks

A leaf floating down to the rotting vegetation below

Twisted tree roots forced out of the ground

Three trees convoluted into one

A twisted tunnel of over hanging branches

The wind whistling through the ancient trees

A rotting tree trunk covered in vines

Smooth, soft feeling of damp moss

Tiny, delicate deep pink flowers against a green canvas.

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