AS A fellow poet I admired you

Placing your lines before the public

“Time to rejoice, as the stars go by.”

You were loved by the folk of this town

And will be missed by so many

Including your beloved cat, God bless you,

A true child of Penarth who loved the view.

54 is no age to die

But you’re drifting with the Angels now,

Looking down on your beloved Penarth.

We’ll miss your lovely poems in the Times

But you will never be forgotten.

The lottery win became such a curse

But you were happiest when writing verse.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff