WHILST relaxing outside O’Shea’s
On a warm, sunny spring afternoon
I peer at a photograph of Whitmore Bay
Taken in 1900. There are boats
In the summer sea and a young lad
Rides a donkey trotting through gentle waves.
A girl and woman paddle with skirts rolled
In this photograph from days of old
And a group of lads amble in the Channel.
Oh, what did they discuss in those far off days?
It does not matter anymore
For they are ghosts, youthful smiles long gone.
I close my eyes and imagine
This scene in colour on Whitmore Bay
Open them, and there are no crowds in view
Unlike that day under a sky of blue.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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