My Bench In Rhyl Centre

My bench in Rhyl centre

There is a bench in Rhyl centre

I have grown to love,

It faces the sea,

the toilets at the side.

It’s a bench I do so really love.

It’s not on the footpath,

it’s in a quiet place,

I love to sit and hide there,

when I visit my lovely Wales.

The wind hums low,

the seagulls wail,

Waves kiss the shore.

The whispers frail.

Here I sit, unseen, unknown,

Its place that is mine alone.

Footsteps pass but few will see,

This hidden spot calls out to me.

Salt in the air, the scent of brine,

A moment stolen, purely mine.

The world still turns,

the tide still flows,

Yet in this space,

Everything’s in place.

A simple bench,

yet more than wood,

I write my poetry here

Life is quiet and all good.

people are in no rush,

let life move fast,

I’ll linger here,

let my stillness last.

A quiet bench,

the sea’s embrace,

My little piece of hidden grace.

As long as I have a pen and book

Poetry flows with ease to me

With my little writing book and pen.

It’s a day in Wales by the sea for me.