I ADMIRE hedges shaped like birds

As an old dog pants back to his owner

Reminding me of the transience of existence.

An armada of thin impotent white clouds

Drift slowly across the tropical ether

As I hear the sounds of tennis.

By the war memorial roses sway

Red as the blood of those who've passed away.

A chap reads a book on a bench

Escaping troubles for a while

As I view a wild flowerbed

With a spectacular myriad of hues

Pink, white, red, blue and violet.

Down below yachts glide on the Channel

And later on the pebbled beach I'll stroll

But this sunny summer park frees my soul.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff