Oh you - coming to greet us over the farm-gate
Your camel-like heads elegant against this Welsh hill-top
Whose sheep graze like commoners beneath your gaze
Your heads turn as one,
Ears - inverted commas, sickles, sweet horns of plenty
Eyes languid behind fringed yashmak of lashes
Peru seems a long way off,
As does Guyana; but for a moment there we shared
An echo between us, of continents.