Our haven

This place, this haven
it's all of us
and we all miss it
if because
for some misfortune
or mishap
we have to tell
the little chap
there'll be no running
through the grass
or round the corner
as we pass

So thankfully
that is quite rare
as we are most
weeks always there
and yesterday
was no exception
you'll have gathered
with perception
by glancing at
the picture here
and seeing on
his face such cheer

So no you weren't
at all mistaken
as we are back
at this our haven
In this field
of seven trees
when we can be
quite at our ease
As Obi runs
and Sal and I
watch him there
as we walk by

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Deep Blue

The deep blue of this summer sky
is quite enough for me
here in the field of seven trees
where Obi runs quite free
These really are our special times
this hour each week we spend
and, truth be told, for sanity
on this we both depend
For it is a solace, comfort too
to walk an hour here
at the evening of a weekend
to fill our hearts with cheer

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Photo – Jempics

Down to the beach

I came down to the beach
after a long and arduous day
the sunshine still quite high
and quite hot still I would say

I walked the four miles there
with my AirPods in my ears
listening to Underworld
as I have done for years

And when an hour later
at the beach hut I hold dear
I cracked open a bottle
for a welcome cooling beer

Then I sat down in the sunshine
as is dropped down in the west
relishing the warmth
at this time of day, the best

The sky was cloudless blue
and the sea reflected there
the wonder of the summer
late July gave us to share

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Photo – the view looking east towards Brighton from Beach Hut 101 – Jempics

Sometimes II

Sometimes a biplane
will fly overhead
some of them yellow
and some of them red
Sometimes a seagull
will call on the breeze
as I sit in the sunshine
its warmth on my knees
Sometimes the sea
I will many hours view
for this vista has charm
and always feels new
Sometimes this beach hut
we've had now for years
will pull at heartstrings
and reduce me to tears
Sometimes I ponder
when pensive of mind
that this life is good
and for me very kind
And sometimes these words
I will craft into rhyme
to read and reflect
on from time to time

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Photo – me (Jem of Jemverse) outside Beach Hut 101 – Jempics

Perfect II

Mock Orange and the bumblebees
buzzing in the sun
spreading fragrance in the garden
now the summertime is come

The deepest blue of sky above
the wisp of clouds, the breeze
warm and gentle on my brow
and cool upon my knees

Contentment a prerequisite
quite impossible to be
in this place without it
perfection here for me

So here I sit and contemplate
and breathe the fragrance there
soaking up the sunshine
that this garden has to share

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Photo – Jempics

Blessed and content

It doesn’t take much

in fact not much at all

to make something feel

quite so wonderful

So out here in the sun

I am blessed and content

summed up in a moment

and every word meant

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Photo – Jempics

Four flights of steps between

Three rooms, four flights of steps divide
my life these days its seems
and one might question why and what
that self-containment means

But I am not perturbed by it
and not imprisoned I
No captive here, no punishment
I happily get by

For this is life in lockdown
but I am quite content
as I know it’s not forever
so I also have intent

That when all this is over
I’ll be out there every day
and, not confined to shielding
live it in every way

Til then though these three rooms
with four flights of steps between
will stay for my contentment
for I know just what they mean

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Photo – the penultimate flight of steps to my study – Jempics

Music days III

I sat and listened to music as the day bled away
a can of beer at my side
and closing my eyes
it was no surprise
I felt joy with those songs as I cried

For my music will do that and make no mistake
it’s something that I often do
Drift away for a while
with contentment and smile
a pastime I’ll often pursue

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Photo – Jempics

For je ne sais quoi moments

I stood still in the meadow with winter around me
a hand raised there to the sun
My shadow still long
tho’ now bright my song
with a feeling that Spring had begun

It was a je ne sais quoi in that moment I felt
a fleeting moment in time
But the promise was there
quite willing to share
and unique as it was wholly mine

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Photo – Jempics

This field we walk

This field we walk
our saving grace
and for result
we love this place
Changing as
the year goes by
and different things
each time we spy
The joy of seeing
running paws
and flapping ears
to much applauds

And safety too
for here we three
are absolutely
people free
An hour of freedom
walking here
enough to give
us weekly cheer
So really what
more could we crave
when we have this
our joy to save

For it is that
in spades and more
a place we’ve both
come to adore
And Obi too
for this is his
a field to run in
doggy bliss
This field we walk
our saving grace
our hearts are here
within this place

©Jemverse

Photo – Houndie House Field, New Wharf Farm, Horsebridge Common, Sussex, UK – Jempics

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