I ADORE the grand circular sky greeting me
At Penarth beach on this April morn
With the high-tide slurping up the steps
Leading to the famous pebbled shore
Now engulfed by a watery cloak
As a soft wind caresses my brow.
The sun breaks through grey clouds and speaks of spring
I hear seagulls and distant church bells ring.
It is nine o’clock on a Friday morning
And the esplanade is eerily silent
With just an elderly man looking out to sea
Remembering the days of his youth.
The sun brings a welcome warmth
And adds silver to the blue and grey water.
There are the colours a painter would adore
Who am I to ask for anything more?
Logs drift casually on the tide
In the distance Flat and Steep Holm
With cumulus clouds framing the horizon
As if the ghost of Mount Everest.
I’m relieved to be free from the stress
Down in the claustrophobic city
You could change your world-view relaxing here
On a bench by the splendid Penarth Pier.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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