I STROLL down Cold Knap Way

Then the silver-sparkling Channel catches

My eyes on the azure August morning.

The placid sea is barely audible

For the tide is out as I survey the scene

Grey harbour walls bask in the sun

The sad, decrepit Watch House stares at me

As a boat gently drifts across the sea.

I am sitting on the steps of Watch House Bay

Behind me Cold Knap Lake and Park

But I have the most scintillating view

Between Cold Knap Point and Friars Point.

A friendly dog comes to visit

As a child rushes into the summer sea

Estuary a stream as I make my way

To the water’s edge on this sun-kissed day.

Waves march in orderly rhythmic fashion

To sizzle to their doom on the mirror sand

As I venture back over the pebbled shore

Boarded-up Watch House a sad sight.

Then I reside upon the steps once more

Sun and vista refreshing my soul

Relaxing on the steps of Watch House Bay

Far from crowds on a perfect summer’s day.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff