A SEAGULL guards the impotent estuary

For it's low-tide on Barry Harbour.

There are footprints in the sand today

As we are blessed with glorious August sunshine

The Channel an enticing light blue

And I stroll upon the golden shore

As on so many occasions before

Yet I’m never bored with the view

Adoring it here in all seasons

For each has a beauty of its own.

Children paddle with excited cries

The curved harbour wall observes my steps

As I advance to the edge of the sea

A feeling of freedom engulfing me.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff