New Quay

The coloured terrace of Rock Street

The bay reflects each passing sky

Of summer brilliant blues

And Dylans bible blacks.

House Martins swoop

From cliff face to terrace eve.

Dolphins cruise and dance

With bobbing tourist boats

Toying with the families

Peering from the quay side

On grey soft evenings

Touching the far side

Mountains float between

Sea mist and clouds

Sparkling lights of seaside towns

Crackle along the coast.