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