Summer’s Child

The winter’s shadowy clouds have past

And Summer’s child is here

To warm the cockles of our hearts

And fill our eyes with cheer

Summer’s child is pure and free

Her breath is fresh and new

Her hands give life to grass and tree

Beginning summer true

Summer’s child comes once a year

To give the fields their youth

It follows winter’s furious fear

Dispels its lies with truth

Summer’s child will not stay long

Her life has one short fling

For as seasons through the years have sung

Summer’s child is Spring




We have a little boat

In our beach hut by the sea

Blue and yellow and quite small

But big enough for me

Paddling out when the tide

Has uncovered all the sand

Out away some distance

‘Til I can barely see the land

And then when I have had my fill

I’ll paddle slowly back

It really is quite fun you know

When you’ve got the knack

Because there really isn’t anything

(Despite all those who gloat)

As simply lazing in or on

Our little yellow boat



Buckingham Barn

We went for a walk in the country today

A ramble up on Southwick Hill

Then over the downs to Buckingham Barn

Late September but very warm still



Tall Ship

There’s a tall ship in the harbour

I can see its tall masts pointing

Above the roofs of rows of houses

Like a landmark to the sea

There’s a tall ship in the harbour

I can feel its ropes and rigging

Like a distant voice that beckons

As an echo down to me


There’s a tall ship in the harbour

Dry dock, squabs and people mending

As it waits for waves that linger

At the passing of each hour

There’s a tall ship in the harbour

Hear the sad songs seas are singing

As they wait for keel to join again

With its majestic power




Took a trip down to Portsmouth

The sun was shining bright

The Spinnaker Tower in all its glory

Was an awesome sight

Sat a while in April sunshine

Walked round Gunwharf Quay

Took some pictures, watched the water

As boats sailed out to sea

Felt the warmth of summer growing

As I wandered round a while

Days like these bring joy of living

Refreshment with a smile

©Jemverse (April 2014)

I watched the sea

I watched the sea

It did me proud

I smiled at it

Then laughed out loud

The warming sun

Bright in my face

On Shoreham beach

My special place

It’s everything

And all of me

For I am whole

Beside the sea

I laughed again

And felt at ease

For I am content

For times like these


©Jemverse (March 2011)


March’s chill met April spill

The six month winter gone

Friday came, bringing May

Warm sun shining long

Faintest breeze, sea sound there

The beach mine own again

Ever changing but somehow still

Staying just the same

Glint upon the water strong

Sky a cloudless blue

Sea-haze shrouding Brighton’s sprawl

As I welcome summer new

This is again my solace here

Beach hut one-o-one

Long hours of resting peacefully

‘Neath days of summer sun

©Jemverse (May 2013)

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