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