As he is from Brynamman, it is somehow appropriate that someone who was born where the river Amman starts should win Welsh poetry's highest accolade in the place where the river ends. Here is a translation of one of his poems which casts a nostalgic glance at the workmen's halls of the Amman Valley, all the more poignant for the fact that the world he evokes has now vanished beyond recall. The poem manages to sum up in just a few lines a generation of cultural life in the Amman Valley, where the halls served as picture houses and venues for live theatre, eisteddfodau, operas, operettas and concerts.