IT IS a sumptuous August day, sunny and blue

As I sit outside The Captain’s Wife

Seagulls screech as I admire the view

But the sea here has taken many a life.

I then wander across the placid shore

Onto Sully Island, mysterious and grand

Following the footsteps of many before

For the tide is out but soon the land

Will be immersed in fatal water again

But I stroll to the other side

Yet sense spirits of those who swam in vain

Against the indifferent, deadly tide

And also Romans and Vikings too

Who roamed here so long before.

I take one last glance at the magical view

Then swiftly make my way back to shore.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff