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
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