Two swans

Two swans down by the waterside
of the River Ouse
as it flows north of Lewes
cold water there to use
Preening their white feathers
so pleasing to the eye
as on our way back to the car
Sal and I walk by

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Swans (haiku)

Swans on Widewater
nestled behind the beach
here on Sussex coast

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Photo – Jempics

[The ‘Widewater’ lagoon running along the Brighton Road between Lancing and Shoreham in West Sussex, UK is a brackish strip of tidal water. Sandwiched between the road and the sea and protected by a man-made shingle bank on the seaward side, it’s about a mile long and a haven for birds].

Right time, right place

In London quite early
(I was up with the lark)
So it’s still very quiet
in St James’ park

And just there by the lake
as I happenchanced by
A picture of heaven
for a smile and a cry

A swan with her babies
sheltered there by a wing
A privilege to see and
a beautiful thing

So I paused for a moment
and watched and admired
those small fluffy babies
the swans here had sired

An exquisite moment
right time and right place
which, I might add
brought a smile to my face

©Jemverse

Photo – Goslings sheltering under mother swan’s wing – St James’ Park, London – Jempics

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

 

Black Swan

Early morning in St James’
A black swan came swimming by
Reflected in the water
as if to beautify
It was a peaceful moment
London slumbered all around
and in the stillness of the hour
I could barely hear a sound

©Jemverse

 

Shoreham by the Sea

I have a beach of shingle mixed

With golden sea-washed sand

Its grandeur and its mystery

Forged by God’s own hand

I have a river winding through

The valley from the sea

Its tidal water carrying

Swans and seabirds oft to me

I have a range of rolling hills

The green of Sussex fair

And there really isn’t anything

With all this to compare

My home is here with all of this

It is a special place to be

The river, hills and beach that is

Shoreham by the Sea

©Jemverse (November 2005)

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