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