Ponty Tumble Poem by David Boyce

Ponty Tumble

They came down from the valley's
From many miles around.
The hustle and the bustle,
Of the old market town.

They'd have their weekly meetings
As some lived miles apart.
Their hair was combed back perfect,
And they dressed up really smart.

Standing with his mates,
Looking really coy.
Wearing his leather jacket,
Like a proper teddy boy.

You can hear the voices mumble,
As they have their daily smoke.
Standing on the Tumble
As they have a laugh and joke.

When you're felling unhappy,
Depressed and really down.
Just watch the old T.v. programme,
Of the sixties Ponty town.

Written by
David Boyce
01 May 2004

Inspired by the
Wynford Vaughan Thomas History Programme
of Pontypridd Town in which his father,
Frederick James Boyce appeared several times
at the Ponty Tumble.
The footage has been shown on several history programmes