DEAR editor,

There's snow on the summits of the Somerset hills

And Barry Harbour looks splendid at low-tide

As the sun produces a painter's silver

In the Channel as a tanker drifts slowly by.

Just one couple are on the Arabian sand

And daffodils wave by the side of the path

To Cold Knap Lake as I watch seagulls fly

Under a beautiful deep blue March sky.

Here swans snort but serenely glide

Mixing with the seagulls and ducks

As a woman throws bread into the wrinkled lake

To the sound of water from a tiny waterfall

As I sit on a miniature concrete bridge

The sun casting stars on the water.

Strange it's much colder than in December

This is a place to always remember.

The spring flowerbeds hold

A rainbow of flowers to delight the eyes

As dog-walkers stroll towards the beach

To an overture of water and seagulls.

It is peaceful here on Swan Lake

And I pack all my troubles away

Wandering to a bench without care

As a refreshing breeze blows through my hair.

Guy Fletcher,

Pantmawr,

Cardiff