Lawn view was its name, rambling by nature
Five floors and five bedrooms to boot
Croquet lawns opposite, tennis courts too
Open fires and chimneys and soot
Apple trees in the garden, climbing ones too
A pantry and stone cobbled floors
Secret passage in the attic, hiding places galore
Dark corners and Victorian doors.
Too cold in the winter, ice inside and out
No warmth save the drawing room fire
Short trouser shivers, cold naked knees
Bedtimes were dreadful and dire.
But a haven in summer when school was out
The verandah in sunshine haze
Those halcyon years smiled upon now
As I remember those precious days.
©Jemverse
Jemverse 
Jun 17, 2014 @ 13:22:26
I’ve noticed the word “halcyon” in some of your poems. It is an interesting word. How did you come across it?
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Jun 17, 2014 @ 18:07:40
Dunno – but it’s a good word isn’t it? I like good words – particularly ones which capture a description of something like this and roll nicely off the tongue. Still trying to work out how to get the word ’emolument’ into a poem!
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Jun 17, 2014 @ 18:50:06
Emolument? I had to look it up.
As for a poem, here’s a short one:
For as I earned my small emolument,
I watched the birds who seek no disbursement.
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Jun 17, 2014 @ 18:52:31
Excellent – really like that!
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