A dragon shaped cloud drifts slowly through cerulean skies

Large raindrops appear to fall as soft tears from it’s eyes

Blown on hot North African winds filled with blood red dust

Coating the hillsides with a dull carpet like desert rust

They say the water has turned crimson in the river Towy

Sounds of Gaza echo across the valley from Capel Dewi

Harry Rogers, in Harriboy’s Hut, 24/10/2015