AN OLD lady in a wheelchair stares

At Whitmore Bay as the sun breaks through

Grey clouds in the cool autumn air

But she’s wrapped in a blanket enjoying the view.

A flock of seagulls gather on the sand

The sea snores, no storms today

I’m alone as if in an undiscovered land

And to the water’s edge I make my way.

It is early and I adore

The peace, observing diamonds in the sea

As weak waves sizzle on the shore

And a refreshing breeze caresses me.

Between Friar’s and Nell’s Point I stroll

And wonder if the old lady once did too

The walk invigorating her soul.

I glance up...she still admires the view.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff