' ... yr hen iaith,
yn nillad gwaith ei hafiaith cartrefol'
' ... the old language,
its homely zest in work clothes'
Dic Jones, the archdruid of the Gorsedd of Bards died today. He was a farmer all his life and said in an interview featured on a BBC tribute
"I farm for bread and butter; I write for some jam on it". He farmed all his life and composed cynghanedd while sitting on his tractor. Nothing epitomises the unpretentious nature of literary culture in Welsh better than this.