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
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