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.