BATHING AT LLANDDWYN


I watch the three generations – mother,

daughter, grand daughter – walk, hand-in-hand, in

toddler steps, to the sea’s edge, and paddle

in the calm, beryl blue waters of the bay.

Opposite, along the Lleyn Peninsula,

over its mountain – The Rivals – with its

three summits, a white, single seater flies,

its engine echoing across this August day.

Laughing in the shallows, they have not seen it.

Their splashing drowns the sound of the plane

absorbed into the distant heat haze.

They turn and wave to me.  I am blessed

by their very existence – their joy

making ephemeral aircraft, mountain, sea.

 

 

 

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  1. #1 by Ashen Venema - July 21st, 2013 at 17:09

    This scene is just lovely. Like a thanksgiving.

  2. #2 by Naomi Cortes - August 8th, 2014 at 14:50

    Love the imagery, the reflective nature of the setting and the characters at the sea’s edge.

  3. #3 by Catherine Reynolds - August 8th, 2016 at 12:07

    A beautiful account of family life. Truly blessed.

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