Sing Joyously.
Awdl Gywydd.
Autumn the harvest season
It's the time for gathering
in the crops to safely store
All we need and more: So sing
Praises to the creator
The crops we store are his gift.
A reward for the hard work.
We did not shirk nor ignore.
Sunday,02 September 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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