My poem Afon i wrote last year, along with my photos.

A tingling trickling stream

cascading, smoothing stone

stormed over sanded slit.

Boulder, bedded

rough, rushing, roaring

raging, river.

Whirling, winding

snaking brown,

toffee, torrent, back.

Continuously, creating, curve

watered artery,

Rhymney Ebbw, Sirowhy

Ely, Taff.

Flowing to the heart

of the wide tidal mouth

of Mor Hafren.

Severn Bore

magnetic force.

Tide, turning, pulling, pushing

ebbing.

To mud flats, salt marshes

fish, wildlife,

controlling taming

spreading natural energy.   Julie Ann Pritchard