Washi At Pentre Berw

by Donald Glyn Pritchard
(Anglesey)

Helo Wil,

I was born and bred at Pentre Berw.

During the 50's Washi would come on his rounds. When I was Headmaster of Ysgol Penysarn I collected many stories about Washi and published them in the local paper called Yr Arwydd with pictures of him. This issue was a sell out.

Over the years I have collected many personal stories about him. When the news of his death came to to Pentre Berw six months later I wrote this poem.

The Autumn leaves were falling
Like confetti from the trees
Whilst the moon with his woeful features
Was racing the clouds with ease
And Washi bach came striding
Crunching the coloured leaves

He'd an army coat to protect him
From the dew and the cold of the night
His well worn boots were heavy
And his cap was pulled down tight
As he walked Lon Dwll,Pentre Berw
Under the pale moon light

He stopped on the bridge to listen
To the tale that the stream had to tell
Of the Drovers that herded their cattle
To the market at Newborough to sell
And the wandering gypsies and millers
That quenched their thirst at the well.

Washi Bach by Donald Glyn Pritchard