Hear the river sing
Songs among the rocks
Gurgle in the pools
Swish on down the race,
Crash over the falls,
Ripple in shallows,
Swirl beyond the bend,
Roar after the storm,
And yet we long to
Swim in the hollow,
As early morning
Mist whispers the song,
Of a Teifi summer.
It will be here soon,
We’ll drift to the sea,
Beneath clear blue sky,
Covid behind us,
Older but wiser,
And happy again.

Harry Rogers, in the Yellow Room, 10th March 2021