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
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