I watched the sea, it did me proud
I smiled at it and laughed out loud
The waves they roared, I roared right back
As I wasn’t having any of that
Alone on the stone with sun and spray
On a fine and perfect Springtime day
On the shoreline with the crashing sounds
That filled the air and shook the ground
I shouted loud, could not be heard
Save by a high fly seagull bird
Green and blue the waters came
Crashed and turned and crashed again
Alone I stood and marvelled still
At those impressive seascape hills
11 of 12 in the Jemverse summer 22 series ‘Melting Days’
Those fields of long summers I expect to remain
returning to them again and again
with more adventures to come in grass baked by the sun
and in old age have days filled with laughter and fun
In our garden every year
for as long as I recall
we've had a hunt at Easter
when children have a ball
eggs hidden in strange places
whoops and shouts of joy
all these years in passing
from three girls and a boy
But this year for a difference
I included dog treats too
as they are part of family
so it seemed the thing to do
Yes the children are all grown now
but tradition will not die
so we will just continue
as the years they pass us by
Shouting to the world
laughter grows and gathers pace
to turn back the growing tide
Softened by Springtime
Gentleness and comfort spreads
there with a warming embrace
Holding close that thought
the curl of a smile takes hold
and turns into laughter loud
there in the face of
menacing adversity
I stand proud and tall and firm
The breeze was a stiff one
but the sunshine was warm
down on the beach yesterday
And the sea was like turquoise
reflecting the sky
Quite lovely in every way
We walked on the shingle
and looked out to sea
counting the waves one by one
Laughs were caught by the wind
as each of us grinned
when the seventh big ones were done
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
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
Jemverse is life in words. Hope you enjoy the reading as much as I enjoy the writing...
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