Welsh Journals

LUGANO, AUGUST, 1937 Fire and vinegar (fir-logs and vin ordinaire) Shattered the Alps for Hannibal, for ourselves The clean electric clatter of forty tunnels. We avoid the blue lips of glaciers, the giddy Scree. Ours is the fun of zigzagging a frontier, Italian made easy by the lovely Ticinese, The freestone gulping lizards, the occasional bob on the baize, run Specially for visitors, p.c.'s, snaps of the ready Campanile, the panniered crone, generations in uniform Grouped, hierarchic black blue red, on the lakeside Waving. This is our picnic hash, to suck at pleasurably, Content that it's tepid, salt, and at any rate out-of-doors. H. L. R. EDWARDS. ONE LIFE Watch it. Blanket roughly moulded into a dun parcel of a certain length it moves ungainly through the rollers. A sudden hump and scuttle marks the end. Three spinsters take turns at the handle, Time their cat up on the manglescrew. H. L. R. EDWARDS.