Beach Hut (aka ‘Our happy place too’)

Took a trip to the beach hut
It’s looking quite good
If you don’t look too close
at the oft patched up wood
The locks opened fine
with some lubricant there
and it doesn’t look like
it needs much repair

Even the paint job
I gave it last year
has weathered well in the winds
that blast around here
And the view of the sea
is (as ever) divine
Particularly now when
the weather is fine

©Jemverse

 

Tie-dye in the sunshine

Yesterday in the sunshine
On my day of birth I saw
Some flowers in the garden
Which deserve (at least) encore

Tie-dye in the sunshine
A halcyon memory there
Absolutely gorgeous
Which I’m happy here to share

©Jemverse

 

Birthday (aka ‘Born to the sun”)

I’ve seen fifty-eight summers
and have loved every one
For back in the fifties
I was born to the sun

A child of a Thursday
I had far to go
But I’d hardly have guessed
what I now have to show

For I’ve memories a-plenty
and a lot more to come
For this child of the summer
who was born to the sun

©Jemverse

 

A little box of heaven

I have a little box of heaven
which I’m watching carefully
As I’ve nurtured every seedling
as you would quite naturally

And yes, I know they’re on the small side
but they’re growing all the time
So I’m confident that fairly soon
I’ll be rewarded with a sign

Maybe later on this year
or maybe next, who knows?
It depends how fast my heaven
and my lavender, it grows

©Jemverse

 

Allotment IV (aka ‘A certain pleasure)

There is a certain pleasure
at the end of a long day
to pop to the allotment
and have a little play

I might do some watering
or strim the grass a bit
or do a little weeding
or in the sunshine, sit

But I’ll always take a photo
‘Cos it’s great to see stuff grow
And it gives a certain pleasure
‘Cos we’re proud of it, you know

©Jemverse

 

Rhythm of the rails

Rhythm of the rails
strikes a resonant chord
Music for the morning
and the commuter hoard
Newspapers folded
Tablets fired up
with caffeine boosters
from paper cup
Gathering momentum
into the Weald
Heading for London
through Sussex field

Distorted, the tannoy
every once in a while
interrupts with a word
for a frown or a smile
And cocooned within
the journey begun
We listen and roll
to the clatter and thrum
But the words like the rhythm
(if only they knew)
is only heard here
by the still awake few

For this is eclectic
ethereal, rare
with the tune heard only
by those with a care
Rhythm of rails though
has a place in my heart
for I’m attuned to the music
which I heard from the start
And it soothes as I listen
and tap along to the beat
with the clatter and thrum
from my window seat

©Jemverse

 

Joie de vivre II

Don’t let me sit inside
when there is sunshine to enjoy
Fill me with the wonder
that is out there to deploy
Give me the enthusiasm
to be out there on a whim
just lapping up the atmosphere
with an expectant grin

Don’t let me get complacent
whilst I have the breath to live
for the pleasure of the moment
is complete with joie de vivre

©Jemverse

 

The breathless cygnet

Beside the Brayford Pool
in Lincoln’s city fair
Two swans swam toward me
with a cygnet following there

He was moaning as he followed
in his parents’ speedy wake
with a little voice that whimpered
“Slow down for pity’s sake”

But, resolute he didn’t
waiver or resign
following at a distance
in his much slower time

I smiled as he came near me
for his accomplishment
Urged him ever onward
to give encouragement

And, unless I was mistaken
I’m sure he looked at me
and chirped a little ‘thank you’
(though rather breathlessly)

 

©Jemverse

 

Wild Rose

By a first morning light
in the sunshine out here
I took a walk in the woods
whilst the skies were still clear
and there in the hedgerow
where late hawthorn grows
I found the delicate pink
of a lovely wild rose

So I paused as you would
to admire it a while
before resuming my wander
for another long mile

©Jemverse

 

Yellow Iris

Yellow by the water
Waving in the breeze
Brought me to a standstill
Took me to my knees

Their beauty was resplendent
and a tear came to my eye
as I stood beside the lake
with a deep contented sigh

©Jemverse

 

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