THE sun stands untroubled in a cerulean sky

And the placid water seems to sparkle with jewels

As a child merrily throws a pebble

Into the somnolent September sea

Which gently explodes like a far off war

Wave sizzling onto the stones

As fishermen cast their lines of the pier

But I'm content to slowly wander here

On this sumptuous Sunday in September

Before the drab rains of autumn arrive.

The pier clock relates that it's almost noon

And the crowds are starting to descend

For ice-cream, perhaps a coffee

And then a gentle stroll on the stony beach.

I admire the pier which basks in the sun

As children laugh and dogs gleefully run.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff