My Chair

There’s a place in my house where I sit
and, if I chose to lose myself I can
Be it with reading or writing
or music or game
Sometimes Obi joins me
as it is for him safe haven
when there is something loud downstairs
My little brown comfort blanket
snuggled up and sleeping
in my chair beside me

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Photo – Jempics

Raining in August

This year we decided
not to travel to sun
but enjoy it at home for a change
But perhaps that decision
now with some derision
with hindsight, we should rearrange

For instead of the sun
we’ve enjoyed up to now
it’s turned cooler and rained every day
Just one of those things
that August it brings
which we’ll enjoy here anyway

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Photo – Jempics

In the garden with Chris

Sunday in the garden
with jazz and sun and beer
And family, conversation
pavlova and good cheer
Laughter on the Springtime air
from here this afternoon
We’ve been out since breakfast
and evening’s coming soon
But Chris Barber and his clarinet
still has a voice to hear
so we’ll all stay a little while
and have another beer

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Photo – Jempics

The trip

The early start
the silent hour
the wind outside a-moan
The ticking clock
the coffee hot
the time to leave from home

The coat so warm
the wind so cold
the sleep still in my eyes
The red eye train
the comfy seat
the long trip, no surprise

The journey north
the many miles
the place far up the track
The working and
the waiting for
the train to take me back

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Photo – Jempics

Particularly Sunday

Don’t have a problem
with most days
They fly by when I’m busy
though sometimes
when there isn’t time
I might get in a tizzy

Friday afternoons
are good
for I stop work at midday
Five and forty
hours are
enough, it’s fair to say

Weekend days
and Saturday
remain of course the best
Particularly
Sunday when
I get a nice long rest

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Photo – Jempics

Last day of the hols

And here I have just one more day
to spend and use in my own way
I’ll lie in for a little then
write some words with my new pen
over coffee with some toast
and Marmite maybe (make the most)

Our new Alexa, music plays
on this the last of holidays
A playlist of my favourite songs
to which I’ll dance and sing along
Then maybe I will play a game
Red Dead Redemption 2, the same

And if the sun decides to stay
I’ll go for a walk around midday
I’ll read a little, have some tea
and spend some time with only me
I’ll do the things that bring a smile
if only for a little while

And then this evening I will rest
Knowing that I’ve made the best
of this, the last day that I had
with all the things that make me glad
As holidays are meant, you see
to be the best that they can be

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Photo – Jempics

Of seagulls and home

Although it is still dark outside
Above, the seagulls’ high
Tells me that the day is here
with that familiar cry

I’ve heard that sound ‘most of my days
E’er since I was a lad
It speaks to me of oceans
and by it I am glad

For home is where the seagulls are
here by the Sussex sea
And though I travel far and wide
It’s here I want to be

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Photo – Emily Rose Croucher

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