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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem