By: Carolyn Pinet
This day dawns cold and bright
but "all through the night"
I dream of the land of my birth,
of the frilled, white-capped sea
and of the loamy green earth.
Today, as I walk abroad,
I see a Pilgrims' haunt,
deer in the snow,
a host of twittering birds on the wing.
A male-voice chorus is
raised up from the mines
and all hearts lift and sing.
"Be joyful and do the little things," St David of Wales
(Today the male voice choirs are singing all over Wales. South Wales is mining country.)