THERE are no prams or excited children
Alighting on Barry Island station.
Just a few people stroll on the promenade
On this Thursday morning on the edge of fall.
Clouds are cracking like sea ice
And the impotent September sea snoozes
Mirror sand painted orange by the sky
As a solitary seagull flies on by.
There are tide-marks on Nell’s and Friar’s Point
And an elderly woman with a walking stick
Peers at the tranquil water
As the sun appears over the Somerset coast.
Today no army of cars snake
In an endless jam, frustrated families inside
But like a leaf in a fierce autumn storm
The summer clings on with the wind still warm.
And the sun breaks through over the Channel
Beams shine down with a celestial glow
But it’s peaceful here without the crowds
And not a trace of litter to be seen.
I walk over the famous sand
Then drink a cup of tea at good old Marco’s
And the pensioners begin to descend
As summer on the coast draws to an end.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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