EARLY on a Saturday September evening
I pass the fine pavilion with flowerbeds
And the quaint garden by the pier
With palm trees and red roses waving.
Boats glide across the light blue sea
Couples in summer attire walk their dogs
A woman in wheelchair enjoys the scene
For Penarth this evening looks serene.
Summer is dying but not without a struggle
I watch two people in wetsuits swim in the ocean
Oh, what freedom they must experience
Though I am content to reside on a bench
Observing fishermen on the causeway
And the splendid new grey pier.
As the high tide slurps against the sea wall
I feel the great power of Nature call.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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