DEAR editor,
On a rare sunny November day
I wander over the quaint bridge
Listening to the sound of the stream
From the tiny man-made waterfall.
A flock of starlings darken the azure sky
The moon like a ghost in the late morning
For now the autumn sun is in control
And the blue sky brings such joy to my soul
As I admire the swans on Barry Lake
The sun painting blinding silver in the water.
Beyond the stone pillars lies Cold Knap
But I am content to remain here
Watching a woman throw bread to the swans
Yet know grey clouds will return soon
But I observe the swans in the cool air
Feeling far away from stress and despair.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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