THE full-tide sea gently licks the rocks
And sparkles as if carrying silver diamonds or stars.
A wintry shower cloud drifts
Over the Somerset Hills across the channel
As the Cardiff train passes noisily by.
It’s the Saturday after Christmas,
I’m glad to be out in the cool air now,
A refreshing breeze caresses my brow
And the sun feels warm with my scarf on
As I walk around to the harbour wall
To the familiar sound of seagulls
And watch somnolent waves roll.
The few remaining boats bobble forlornly,
Cumulous clouds frame the distance,
There are no people on the pebbled shore
And this is a view I’ll always adore.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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