THERE’S a flowerbed painted yellow and orange
Before the wild flowers entrance my eyes
A rainbow of hues: blue, pink, indigo
Yellow, red and white with bees and butterflies
Hovering as the flowers wave in a breeze
Refreshing and at home in the summer.
The sun sprinkles silver into the sea
And I feel serenity inside me.
I observe the sad wrecked relics
Of boats no longer able to venture away.
This is their grave and seagulls screech
A lament as placid waves lap against the rocks.
It is high-tide on this Friday morn
And I am alone watching the scene
Seagulls glide under a warm August sky
The Barry Island wheel catches my eye
With Somerset hills half shrouded in mist.
A tanker and sailing boat are in my view
With winter storms a distant memory
For the water is as calm as a pond.
I pluck a petal from the flowerbed
It is silky, but alas, now doomed
Yet like the petal problems drift away
By the flowerbeds on this summer’s day.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmaw
Cardiff
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