THE vibrant flowers gently wave
From the flowerbed where they have risen
Christ-like from the tomb of the earth
And on this calm late March day
The water is mimicking a lake
With only gentle ripples licking the shore
Seagulls captaining boats which sail no more.
My shadow strolls by my side, a ghost
Under snow-white clouds mingling
With the welcome blue on this early spring day
As I sit on a bench and contemplate.
A train roars past but it's nearly empty
As it nears Barry Island, journey's end
Yet I prefer peace before crowds descend.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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