THERE’S a cerulean sky over Whitmore Bay
As I contemplate outside O’Shea’s cafe
Before the crowds arrive in droves.
The sea sparkles as if sprinkled with gems,
Children play on the Arabian sand
With no thoughts of tomorrow...only today.
Some venture into the placid blue sea,
People shake off stress and now feel free.
There’s a procession of prams on the promenade
And walkers on verdant Friars Point
As a rowing boat floats slowly to shore
And a sailing boat enhances the magical view.
On grey wet days only seagulls can be heard
But it’s as sunny and warm as Ibiza,
Untroubled sun burns my troubles away
As I relax on this fine Saturday.
Guy Fletcher
Dan-y-Graig
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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