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
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