Brighton saw a rainbow
but there wasn’t any rain
Throngs lined all the city streets
And Pride shone bright again

A myriad colours dancing for
the many people there
with a hundred thousand rainbows
we were very proud to share


Photo – Brighton’s 25th annual Pride – Jempics

Coming home


Returning home from travel
never fails to warm my heart
For it always aches a little bit
whenever we’re apart
It a lot about the ocean’s smell
and the freshness of the air
Something that I always miss
whenever I’m not there

The feel of Sussex chalky soil
Underneath my feet
whisks away my tiredness
and I am again complete
Invariably a seagull’s call
is the first sound that I hear
Welcomes me back home again
and fills my heart with cheer


The summer of me


When the morning air welcomes
From a night time that’s done
And the wind has died down
Giving warmth to the sun
And the sea’s a flat calm
Now the new day’s begun
The summer of me lives again

When the air is as crystal
And there’s barely a sound
With the dawn’s heavy dew
Still fresh on the ground
And the day lies there’s quietly
As it wants to be found
The summer of me lives again

When the hills of fair Sussex
Are yellow and green
Painted there in bright colours
At the best I have seen
And the blue of the sky
Is a deepening sheen
The summer of me lives again

When the ocean I love
Mirrors skies overhead
And the waves whisper back
Every word that I’ve said
And the shingle reminds me
Of the life I have led
The summer of me lives again

When all of these things
Come together to show
What life is about
For those in the know
And envelop me in their
Comforting glow
The summer of me lives again


Photo – Sussex Downs – Jempics

Weatherman’s a fibber


It’s not supposed to be raining
‘Cos the man on the TV last night
Stood there and pointed to sunshine
And said the day would be lovely and bright

He’s a fibber and I hope he is sorry
For spoiling our plans for the day
For we’d hoped to be sunning ourselves again
And not stuck inside with dismay

I don’t understand clouds that cover the sun
Why can’t it just rain at night?
For on days I am off what it is that I need
Is an accurate forecast that’s right


All Mine


Etched like an engraving
the sight of the sea
is something I carry
always with me
‘Cos it’s inside my head
that’s where it’ll stay
Safely where no-one
can take it away

It’s mine and all mine
more precious than gold
a treasure to carry
as a young man grows old
For I am all of the sea
and the sea’s all of me
And as long as I live
that is where it will be


Obi’s Ears


We have a dog called Obi
came to us on fourth of May
He really is a lovely chap
and loves to have a play
He has ridiculous ears
they’re his redeeming feature
Even though they’re quite enormous
for such a little creature.


‘Obi’ (full name Obi Wan Kinobi) named because he came to live with us on 4th May 2015 – ‘Star Wars day’ (‘May the 4th be with you’) – Photo by Jempics

My calming

Groyne Two

I went down to the shoreline
on a summer’s late eve
one thing on my mind
to find some reprieve
The calm, lapping waters
invited me in
so I paddled a while
and developed a grin

And the sun-kissed sand
was warm to my feet
so it didn’t take long
to again feel complete
By and by though, come sunset
I said goodbye to my friend
the ocean, my calming
on whom I depend


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