Within Easy Reach

There’s a cool autumn breeze
but it’s warm in the sun
So I’ve made my way back
to ‘One hundred and one’

Our beach hut haven
here on the beach
on my way home
and within easy reach

And yes I know that I’ve used
that very same line
many times over but
why not, ‘cos it rhymes?

And it captures familiar
for this place by the sea
when at all times of year
we can quite simply be

©Jemverse

Photo – Beach Hut 101, South Lancing Beach. Our haven – Jempics

With Grace

Mine’s the only beach hut open
yet the sun is shining bright
The beach is quite resplendent
but there’s no one else in sight

Just me, the sea and seagulls
down there on the shore
The gentle sound of gentle waves
How could I ask for more?

So I am truly grateful
for safe haven in this place
For with it comes a joie de vivre
given free with grace

©Jemverse

Photo – Hut 101, Lancing Beach, September 2018 – Jempics

Mostly Cloudy

Came down to the beach hut
It was overcast today
But it was still cathartic
looking out to seas of grey

The temperature was balmy
and there was a little blue
So the sunshine would be coming
on a promise, this I knew

Behind my windbreak I was sheltered
from the stiff breeze to the west
Spending several hours
in the place I love the best

©Jemverse

Photo – South Lancing Beach on an overcast day in August 2018 – Jempics

Shadow Wave

Shadow cast on turquoise
I raised a hand and waved
One finger on the shutter
for the photo that I saved

The sunshine played, it always does
on summer evenings here
The beach hut looking lovely
with the sunset drawing near

©Jemverse

Photo – South Lancing beach huts, West Sussex, UK – Jempics

Mr Brown and the bees

Mr Brown (not his name)
just a name that we gave
has a hive in his hut
which he’s trying to save
A man with a pole
and a spray and a hat
came and prodded about
and it seemed that was that

But the bees were quite savvy
and wise to the plot
as this seemed a nice place
and they liked this fine spot
So they didn’t play ball
just buzzed all around
And Mr Brown and his friend
weren’t pleased with the sound

Yet they made best of it
and after a while
were doing a dance
on the beach for a smile
The bees they joined in
and because of the heat
Mr Brown and his friend
made a hasty retreat

The bees then went back
to their hive in the hut
and settled right down
when the door it was shut
Mr Brown and his friend
with the pole and the hat
jumped up and down
with annoyance at that

No doubt they be back
with a box and some gloves
to find a new home
for the bees they will love
But for now the last word
with a sting in the tail
is held by the bees
and me here to regale

©Jemverse

I didn’t get a pic of Mr Brown’s dance with the bees as I was (at the time) bent over double with laughter. So here’s a pic of the Lancing beach green huts where this story is based. Photo – Jempics

My Place

Can I just say, yes one more time
‘This is my favourite place’
As you’ll not find me here
without a smile upon my face

The sea, the beach, the beauty
outside beach hut one o one
Here in lovely Sussex
in the summer and the sun

©Jemverse

Photo – from #Jemverse on instagram, July 2018 – Jempics

Time after time

Yes, I know I have written
many times in the past
of this beach and the sea
and it won’t be my last
For this place here in Sussex
I will gravitate to
whenever I can
Well you would, wouldn’t you?

For it has everything
I could possible crave
The beach and the blue
and the sea and the wave
And our beach but, a haven
above the tide line
where I’ll sit and write poems
time after time

©Jemverse

Photo – South Lancing Beach, West Sussex, UK – Jempics

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