I REMEMBER the strolls of old
Stopping for tea at Romilly’s Cafe
Then walking down to Barry Lake
Between The Knap and Barry Harbour.
We talked of God and many things
But now, alas, there is merely your ghost
By this fine lake at the edge of the coast
Where swans look splendid under a bright March sky
Spoiling their grace with snorts
And sharing the water with ducks and gulls
The pavilions framing the horizon.
I cross a quaint concrete bridge
To stand by the water and watch swans glide
Yet imagining you were by my side.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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