3 of 12 in the Jemverse ‘October’ series
A clear Autumn day, not a cloud in the sky
A mist that lies lurking like a child’s forlorn cry
A walk in the morning when no-one’s about
When a whisper is special. ‘cos you daren’t risk a shout
A broken old caravan, a cow in a field
A dog that likes running for Frisbees concealed
A field that is covered with a crisp, sparkling dew
A feeling of freshness, when everything’s new
A field of dry stubble that’s been burnt for the year
A farmer out walking (we’re not meant to be here)
A last throw of the Frisbee, then back on your lead
And home to make coffee and you then to feed
©Jemverse
I wrote this one just over 36 years ago on 1st October 1983. It’s all about ‘Jackie’, our first dog, with us for 18 years from early 1983 through mid-1999
