Beaumaris

Low-shot light of a sharp December
Shifting, lifted a morning haze
Opening fans of smooth sea-water
Touched in silence the tiny bays
In bright Beaumaris the people waited
This was Laurelie's day of days

At the northern end of the street a vista
Of sunlit woodland; and south, a tower;
Across the water from Hansom's terrace
The glass'd reflection of Penmaenmawr
High on her balcony Laurelie Williams
Waved the shovel and shot the shower

Down on us all fell heated ha'pence
Up to her all of us looked for more
Laurelie Williams, Laurelie Williams
Lovelier now than ever before
With your straight black hair and your fresh complexion
Diamond-bright was the brooch you wore

Life be kind to you, Laurelie Williams
With girlhood over and marriage begun
Queuing for buses and rearing children
Washing the dishes and missing the fun
May you still recall how you flung the coppers
On bright Beaumaris in winter sun