Edifices still standing, flint-flecked stone, Great Flemish chimneys stand alone Memories of castles, of Mediaeval homes Cylinders, squares, rounds and cones; A merchant, substantial, whose meaning was clear, Double ovens proved wealth, with meat to sear, Serving bread and copious amounts of beer, A Mediaeval memory of times of good cheer; In St. Florence, Penally, and Lamphey, tales Of Flemish migrants in ancient Wales, Bringing customs to rival the Celtic ways, And ovens to bake in glorious blaze; In each village these imposing structures stand, Monuments to settlers in a generous land, Where many a rough-worn working hand Set the ovens aflame with a fiery brand.

Helene McKenna, Saundersfoot