No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

We sang Land Of My Fathers to send off Great Uncle Gordon 
In English, first, for the unannointed, 
Syllables falling clumsily from unpracticed lips
But finally, the last verse came storming in
The organist ablaze 
My brother and I, an uncle and his bass baritone 
Propping up my Great Aunt, briefly dreaming of home
Carried the congregation through.
Rugby has taught me a few things 
But mostly, how to revel in a tenor harmony 
The most fitting way to say goodbye
O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau