I STROLL past the bird hedge

Leaves have turned gold and red

On November trees in Alexandra Park

But the War Memorial calls me today

For it is Armistice week.

I think of all the young soldiers who fell

In times of conflict, in times of such hell.

A lady sits on a bench engrossed in a book

And the sun has struggled free from clouds

So that the Channel is sparkling with silver

And my shadow follows me on the grass.

This is a perfect place to be alone with your thoughts

On this cool, refreshing November day

As leaves chase each other like kids at play.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff