Cerdd Gymunedol Fferm Greenmeadow

Bu dros 60 o bobl yn cyfrannu at gerdd gymunedol newydd a chyffrous yn ystyried ffermio, hanes a chadwraeth yn Fferm Greenmeadow, yn ystod Diwrnod Amaethyddol Cwmbrân ddydd Sul, 14 Medi 2008.

Bu’r bardd Peter Read yn annog pobl mor ifanc â thair oed i gyfansoddi ychydig linellau i’w hychwanegu at y Gerdd Gymunedol. Cafodd rhannau o’r gerdd eu paentio ar lawr yr ysgubor a adnewyddwyd yn ddiweddar ar y fferm.

Defnyddiwyd cyflythreniad, odl a rhythm gan bawb a fu wrthi i greu cyfansoddiad trawiadol am y fferm ddoe a heddiw ac am ei safle yn y gymuned leol.


Countrified in the middle of Cwmbran,

fields crowded by Fibreglass, Rechem and Cardboard factories.

Pigs enclosed in smelly happiness, we reach for the wellies

they will never need.

Shrunken horses look up to their elders,

their horizon, little higher than blades of grass.

Owls set free in main enclosure,

wiser than we imagine,

seeing backwards and forwards

with all round vision,

they fly home for food.

Amid tumbled straw in vales of green

there are amazing sights to be seen.

Birds of prey, crafts and creatures,

rides and ice creams, plus other features.

Conservation and things that matter

attract the people for lively chatter.

Sticky, snouted, snuffling sows,

search for secret supplies,

snaffling truffles from the soil.

Fearsome, furry ferrets ferociously

forage for fruity fancies.

Delicate, dancing deer

drink daintily down in the dip.

Racing, random rabbits romp riotously

rebounding, round and round.

I see the big pig,

snoring like my dad.

I see rabbits with twitching noses,

cows furry with big horns

goats and sheep a plenty .

And most of all I see

the big dragon with his watery breath.

Walkers scuff up the straw

lying on the ground.

Strands of golden straw

like spaghetti reflecting in the sun.

Signs and smells of nature

all around us, but people

talking loudly, their laughter

drowning out nature’s sounds.

Large brown horses with fluffy manes

wait at the fences,

munching the morning away

on food and grains.

At the Archery Site

arrows, fly straight

as aeroplanes,

hitting their targets,

but the goats steal my food.

Tramping through the dark, damp woods,

cracking and crunching twigs underfoot.

Smells of moss and earthy vegetation.

Hearing birdsong and animals, scurrying away.

Enjoying nature on a crisp autumn day.

Friends together, we feed the goats.

They lick our hands. It feels funny and slimy

but it’s fun.

Tractors like horses with engines,

animals with wheels, pull the people around the farm.

It’s bouncy, bumpy and noisy.

Our world’s so very beautiful

full of unpredictable places still unexplored.

And yet we need go no further,

it’s simply outside our doors.

Happiness is priceless.

Come and feel it for yourselves,

it’s there for us to share.

Just come outside and look around,

there’s nothing to compare.

Woodland Street house

filled with candlelight

in a street of friends, uncles and aunts:

one bike shared between us all.

House pulled down for better things

which never came. Still there’s nothing there.

A community demolished by a council.

Coal mines gave way

to GKN and steel. Then roads

pushing this way and that

sprouted Lidl’s and other superstores.

Industrial estates blew away the wildlife.

Now coal and steel are gone

the birds, the badgers and others are back.

How green is my valley?

From what I’ve seen

it doesn’t look very green.

How green is my valley?

Look to the mountains, not to the town.

Look around, then up, not down.

The rocks, the gulleys, farms, tracks and paths,

that will make you happy, giggle and laugh.

How green is my valley?

Very green if you stop and look.

Nature and history all around you,

not just in a  book.


Dianne Evans, Kath Hyde, Derek Morgan, Lindsey Smith, Tryfan Hobbs (14), Corrine Jones, Roger Stevenson, Geraldine Pugh,Joseph Wood (9), Joseph Bourne (7), Zack Davies (10), Jacob Williams (9), Gil Barnett, Meghan Edwards (4), Ffion Phillips (3),Sian Phillips (6), Jessica Richardson (11), Irene Taylor, Ranjit Ghoshal, Glyn Hughes, Mark Mahoney.