Ysgrifenwyd y darn yma gan Elsbeth  o Ysgol Bro Tryweryn.
  

Motorway

For a moment it is quiet ... and then,
A surge of dangerous traffic,
Exploding unexpectedly,
They melt into a vague blur in the distance.
A big fiery car like a red dragon scorches past,
Leaving a cloud of black smoke,
The thick smoke clears.
Another surge of traffic blasting past,
Glowing lights blazing,
Cross drivers, tempers reach boiling point,
Yelling loudly at each other.
Then all is quiet again,
Waiting for the next noisy bang of traffic.

Elsbeth Morris