I SAUNTER down Beach Road
Then view the magical sea
Placid this morning in mid-October
Yet soon the seawall will be blasted
By huge autumn waves but not today
As the sun breaks through stratus clouds
Which crack in the sky like Arctic sea-ice
I feel as though sitting in Paradise
Watching a boat drift past the pier
Channel dazzling my eyes
With ripples of silver in a cool breeze.
Waves softly explode against the pebbles
As a pensioner sits on a wooden pier seat
Immersed in a newspaper.
A woman and toddler are on the shore
And there’s nobody yet in the sweet store.
I drink an Americano outside the Pavilion cafe
Then stroll to the end of the fabulous pier
Glad to escape to the sea for a while
With the patient fishermen lost in thoughts.
It’s a place to recharge your soul
As I let the sun caress my brow.
My ghostly shadow is following me
I seem to float above the morning sea.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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