Llanelli Town

Llanelli Town

Upon the banks where Loughor sighs,
The town awakes beneath Welsh skies—
Red‑brick terraces, market stalls,
Where brass bands play and passion calls.

The scar‑touched steelworks, once a roar,
Now whisper stories by the shore,
While gulls wheel over Carmarthen Bay,
And sunset paints the harbour grey.

Rugby’s heartbeat thumps in Stradey Park,
A scarlet tide that leaves its mark—
Try‑scoring dreams in every chant,
The Pride of Wales, defiant, gaunt.

From the old pier to the new promenade,
Footsteps echo where traditions fade,
Yet in the chatter of the café,
The cadence of Cymraeg finds its way.

So here’s to Llanelli—steady, true,
A town that wears its past like blue
Denim overalls, a working‑man’s pride,
Where sea, sport, and spirit gently glide.