Whitchurch and Llandaff Living Issue 68
Issue 68 of the award-winning Whitchurch and Llandaff Living magazine.
Issue 68 of the award-winning Whitchurch and Llandaff Living magazine.
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poetry<br />
Poems penned by the local community<br />
GOLDEN TREES<br />
It is one of those alluring autumnal mornings:<br />
sky a pre-Raphaelite blue<br />
with the sleepy moon still visible<br />
<strong>and</strong> the welcome sun leisurely rising.<br />
Trees guard the Victorian library,<br />
I sit outside the coffee shop <strong>and</strong> stare<br />
at vibrant golden leaves swaying in the fresh air.<br />
Branches dance in the gentle breeze,<br />
a few leaves flicker to the ground,<br />
the first of a mighty battalion<br />
as shade from a tree dances<br />
on the plinth of the sombre soldier.<br />
Great storms will soon arrive but I allow<br />
myself to relax...if only for now.<br />
Guy Fletcher<br />
Rhiwbina<br />
A CHILD'S EYE<br />
That wondrous look of sweet surprise<br />
Seen only in young children's eyes,<br />
On first st<strong>and</strong>ing, from a crowd<br />
Sway, sway yet do not fall<br />
Seeing their first rainbow form<br />
See the lightning flash in their first storm,<br />
Or seeing their first snowfall<br />
Or hearing their first cuckoo call.<br />
They see jewels on a frosty lawn<br />
For they see with the eyes of a newly born.<br />
Look at a winter's star-strewn night<br />
Look through a young child's eyes<br />
And you will see - Heaven.<br />
B Leonard<br />
Rhiwbina<br />
WHAT REMAINS?<br />
THE VIEW FROM<br />
CHURCH ROAD<br />
A l<strong>and</strong> of water power, coal, <strong>and</strong><br />
steam<br />
To set great wealth in store for<br />
chancers few.<br />
A sham division, <strong>and</strong> a hard<br />
regime;<br />
The wheel turned that others<br />
might accrue<br />
And build, <strong>and</strong> plan. Track's<br />
carriages <strong>and</strong> trucks<br />
Soon marked the bounds askew.<br />
above; below;<br />
By brick <strong>and</strong> stone, an ever<br />
changing flux<br />
of terrace; yard; the lawn; the<br />
portico.<br />
Now whitest render grows about<br />
these grounds.<br />
Baronial gates <strong>and</strong> railing cock a<br />
snook<br />
At some, for ev'ry painted sill<br />
dumbfounds,<br />
And ev'ry quoin, bright, casts a<br />
slight rebuke.<br />
But cross the bridge, <strong>and</strong> never<br />
see a drive,<br />
where prize hydrangeas in front<br />
gardens thrive.<br />
Nigel Phillips<br />
<strong>Whitchurch</strong><br />
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