as I stand on the cliff top at Tenby
where in a soft breeze daffodils sway.
The calm sea far below
is a most glorious turquoise
sun creating the illusion of stars
as a cloud shaped like an old man's face
with a beard drifts harmlessly by
and children laugh without a care.
How I wish I were that innocent
but for now I'll relish the view
of Goscar Rock and St Catherine's island
and the daffodils which in the soft breeze sway,
I soon have to leave...yet I yearn to stay.