THE swans bring splendour to the lake
Gracefully gliding on blue wrinkled water
Watched jealously by seagulls on the shore.
People walk their dogs, feeling tranquillity.
A miniature boat joins swan’s white as the wispy clouds
And I am content to watch Sir Francis Drake
As I sit sun-kissed by the lovely lake
For I adore it here under the summer sun
With the reeds softly swaying the a breeze
Not yet chilled by autumn breath.
It is near the bustling capital city
And yet a million miles away
So I let the warm sun relax my soul
Contemplating the beauty of this life
And locking in a dark cupboard all strife.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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