Welsh Journals

Triumphal Entry FLUNG fanlike from the greengold airiness of Brecon knotting together at greasy-stfeeted towns the streams converge below the reservoirs between steep narrow hills until Tongwynlais receives them as one-the Taff- Garth and Gwaelod' y Garth and goodbye to the hills In a gap of light she sweeps into Bro Forganwg and Castell Coch shoots up above Greenmeadow fairytale towers against a nordic darkness of trees and the mansion of Dizzy's courting is shattered like his empire where the Taff swings into the green Glamorgan meadow swings and sings between the massed darkness of Garth and the hills that guard the gates of Rhondda Tongwynlais in its gap of light sings back to the Taff with wheels and workings waving a flag of white vapour that hangs in the air above the Dolomite Tongwynlais is a gateway gleaming with pearl Tongwynlais has banners and battlements and songs and the Taff at the feet of the last hills sings her green redemption to the nightingales HARRY WEBB Sheep-Shearing in the Pumlumon Mountains By EMRYS JONES WE were more than thirty on the lorry when it started from the square in Tregaron for its destination in the mountains, but that was not surprising it had already been as far as Ffair Rhos, seven miles to the north and picked up several men en route. It was now seven o'clock in the morning and the weather was far from promising for the task ahead. It was dull and clouded when we made our way through the huddle of houses comprising the Pentref, and before we had gone very far a fine drizzle made us shiver a little and button our coats a little higher. Soon we had left the last house behind us and in a short time we had picked up more men and boys, bringing the total on the lorry to