I STROLLED past palm tree
To the sound of a tennis game
On that sedate last August Saturday morn.
I wandered around Alexander Gardens
Admiring a hedge shaped like a bird
And a wooden sculpture of an eagle.
Butterflies flickered under a blue sky
As a girl and her do passed on by.
Some of the benches had known better days
But the park was beautiful now
Flowerbeds with vibrant colours
And roses waving in front of the War memorial,
A poignant reminder of sacrifice
From terrible wars of last century,
The names of young men printed on the stone
And then I heard a pleasant church bell tone.
A father spoke gently to his baby
In the fine little black pavilion
As I observed the placid brown channel
With a tanker drifting slowly across.
I reflected amongst daisies and blackbirds
Who gathered next to the Memorial
Quite unconcerned about each soldier’s death,
The wind carrying a hint of autumn’s breath.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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