There’s a pub in Brighton called ‘The Pond’
closed of course at present
as every pub in England is
which is a bit unpleasant
It serves a pint they brew themselves
‘Pondwater’ – quite sublime
which I will savour once again
quite soon, I trust, sometime
Got back to the allotment
armed with strimmers and a plan
spare batteries in the backpack
and refreshments in a can
The grass had taken over but
we kind of guessed it would
not that this would stop us
as with strimmers there we could
remove those months of overgrowth
and flatten it once more
revealing something of the plan
for it we have in store
Sitting in my garden
thinking ‘grass – it needs a trim’
but I’m content to sit here
in the sunspot I am in
and sip an IPA I found
in the cupboard waiting there
for just a moment such as this
I’l say with ‘savour faire’
I took a picture of our house today
in the hub cap of a car
parked across the street because
it looked spectacular
The car, the house, reflection
I’m talking ’bout all three
and something in particular
there which fascinated me
And today there were sheep
In the lower field still
jumping about and
climbing the hill
They ignored us of course
but I waved just the same
as they didn’t know
the reason we came
For today there were sheep
but sometime there are not
Sometimes it is cold
and sometimes it is hot
But we always come
because this is our grace
and together we three
are alive in this place
The music was there with something afresh
it had found and picked up on the way
Something perhaps
with live music’s lapse
that made it quite special today
Seemed the musicians had put in their all
throwing energy full in the licks
As they could not perform
‘Cos now’s not the norm
so they put all they had in the mix
A little sprig of pink
in the winter brown today
captured my attention
as I passed upon my way
So I whipped my iPhone out
and took a picture on the spot
as it seemed the thing to do
and I thought ‘why ever not’
Goldfinch in my garden
hopping round about
looking for some nibbles
Spring is here. No doubt.
Grass needs a good cutting
but I’ll leave it for a bit
give it a chance to take good hold
not make too much of it
Prolific? Me? I hardly think
and yet I guess that’s true
as writing poems every day
is something that I do
A little snapshot of my life
Something every day
as there’s so much of it to see
and so much here to say
So I’ll just keep on writing
as I can’t stop you see
for it’s a special passion
and completely part of me
It’s hopeful seeing swathes of sun
in the garden daily here
even though it’s three weeks hence
til longer daytime cheer
It’s not until the end of March
that British Summer Time
gives us more daily sunlight
as we turn to warmer clime
Today it is the twelfth of March
a Friday nonetheless
here in twenty twenty-one
a fact I here profess
However, having said that
nowt particular to say
about this Friday twelfth of March
in any special way
Apart from as a daily fact
