Big Sky IV

The pink up in the evening blue
divided by the grey
in a big sky above the field
on this November day

It fills me with a sense of awe
magnificence right there
the heavens just above my head
with which none can compare

And walking as the daylight fades
in lush green of the field
I smile a grateful thank you
for this big sky here revealed

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Two Rings

Two rings on the final day
Familiarity
A walk which we have made our own
my brother Dave and me
A circle of eight miles
chalky trails beneath our feet
The sunshine smiling once again
to make the week complete

Starting down at Cisbury
then climbing through the fields
Up to Chanctonbury Ring and
views of Sussex Weald
It’s been a week of calm and joy
up on the South Downs Way
A brother’s walk together
on day by perfect day

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Photo – The Sussex Weald looking north from Chanctonbury Ring, West Sussex – Jempics

Every year in May, my brother Dave and I go for a week-long walk. We’ve been elsewhere but most times, the draw of the wonderful South Downs Way – out there on our doorstep – keeps us close to home. Day 5 took us back to a circular walk we developed ourselves. Called  ‘The Two Rings Circle’, it takes in both Cisbury and Chanctonbury Rings in Sussex.

Midsummer’s day meadow

Midsummer’s day meadow
is a place that I know
And when the sun has awoken
to its pleasure I’ll go
For here are tall grasses
and wild summer flowers
And I’ll wander here aimlessly
for hours upon hours

There’s a solitude here
born of peace with a smile
Contentment to find
Once you’ve been here a while
And there’s nothing much better
than a walk in a field
which is full of wild flowers
in the fine Sussex weald

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Mile Oak

Nestled underneath the downs
Mile Oak paves the way
So many opportunities
to choose from every day
We could take the path to Truleigh
climbing steep beside the field
Before things level out at Fulking
with fine views across the Weald

Or we could choose the little roundabout
The short circle to the farm
A little amble, short and sweet
with no hills to bring alarm
We could head up to the South Downs Way
and join it for a while
Head west towards the famous Ring
or west o’er fence and stile

Or we could simply sit and chat
Make friends with the donkey
Watch the ducks and chickens
with nice cake and cups of tea
Mile Oak has all this and more
It’s a very special place
One we’ll return to often
and our footsteps there retrace

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The Weald

Up on the ridge of the South Downs in Sussex
the view is especially fine
And the good thing for us is that it’s really quite close
So we’re up there time after time

You can literally see for miles upon miles
To the North Downs across Sussex Weald
Divided by hedgerows and dotted with trees
Around many a bright coloured field.

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Fields of yellow ochre

In fields of yellow ochre
wandering, carefree as a cloud
drifting on a summer breeze
I felt a richness here endowed
The chalky soil beneath my feet
hard packed by days of sun
and through the haze the shine of sea
on this day that’d just begun

Life here has just awoken
high on the Sussex Weald
exuding beauty all around
as wonder is revealed
And accompanied by jasmine
fragrant in the air
a prayer of thanks I whispered
for the joy of being there

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Wonderful view

Vibrancy of morning
attracts me again
as westwards I travel
on another train
Over the river
reflecting the blue
a fleeting glimpse
of the Shoreham sea view
Then through the green
of the open flood field
at the southernmost point
of the fine Sussex Weald
Victorian houses
of the coastal towns
beside the sea under
the rising South Downs
I’ve said it before
but these words remain true
as I’ll never get tired
of this wonderful view.

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Magnificence

And I will never tire of this
fine view of Sussex Weald
Each time I’m here I am sustained
renewed, alive and healed

It holds magnificence and awe
Its vista I applaud
I leave refreshed and satisfied
But will still come back for more

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Home

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
It’s tidal waters flowing
as they meander gracefully

I have a range of rolling hills
behind the Sussex Weald
Chalk-clad downs and pathways
Filled with many types of field

I have midst all of this my home
it is a special place to be
In Shoreham on the Sussex coast
with the river, hills and sea

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A yearning

Morning mist hovers, silent this morning
Over the meandering course
Of a tributary born of the Adur
Attesting to Nature’s quiet force

Winter’s sad foliage hangs limply
The green a dull grey now it seems
The halcyon days of the summer
Now just a thing of its dreams

And through this picture of quiet abandon
I travel immune to the cold
Cocooned in the warmth of this carriage
I am bound to do as I’m told

Yet a part of me yearns to be out there
Treading the loam of the field
Shoreham’s rural vestiges clinging
To the southern arm of the Weald

There is fortitude there in the making
Something to seize and embrace
A treasure that beckons and calls me
Unique, it would seem, to this place.

©Jemverse

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