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