THERE appear to be dazzling silver stars
In a sea of light blue on this hot day.
Impotent waves sizzle on pebbles
And it’s still early on the Sunday morn
Owners letting their dogs run free
And as an old lady stares from a wheelchair
Lazy snow-white clouds slowly drift on by
In the azure heavens where seagulls fly.
The splendidly restored grey and white pier
Slumbers under a soporific sun
And now people stroll down the wooden boardwalk
Or relax outside the Pavilion cafe
Viewing the calm late spring channel
Where they can see blue sails by the pier.
This is a perfect place to spend the day.
For a while packing all troubles away.
Fishermen cast rods out to sea
As I wander past the red telephone box
And flowerbed with a rainbow of hues
Softly swaying in the morning breeze
As I imagine your ghost by my side
How you adored this beautiful place.
But as crowds gather it is time for me
To take one last glance at the Whitsun sea.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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