Ubi Sunt

As a boy these docks, this harbour
was a playground for adventure
fascination for a mystery
with no interest in debenture
Freedom then to roam and play
in summers with no ending
gave birth to a long love affair
with Sussex there befriending

But that was a long time ago
and though docklands here remain
the yearning for adventure
I have long learned to refrain
Transitory was that time
yet still there's vestige here
with sun-bleached memories of my youth
rekindled by the year

A Coddiwompling Limerick

Road Trips are fun and exciting. Hopefully, soon we will all be free to travel again. I saw this
and knew it was a limerick waiting to happen.

HAIKU: DREAMS OF ADVENTURE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Stand On The Shore

And Watch Red Sails At Sunset

Water

Clear, crystal clear

No spec of molecule

As it flows beyond

The naked eye.

Transformation

Transformation

May my last breath

At the end of my race

Be used to whisper “Wahoo!”

With a smile on my face.

Fair Sussex

 

Green corridors down quite lanes
in Sussex countryside
There’s such a richness to explore
in this place where we reside

Fields of long summers

 

In fields of long summers
explored as a child
Seeking out blackberries
which grew in the wild
Enjoying adventures
in grass baked by the sun
Those were the days
filled with laughter and fun

Life from the armchair

I’ve sat here for what seems forever

The chair carries an imprint of me

Of rainy days and cups of tea

Of breezy sunny days and a pile of  books on my lap

Oh the places I went, the scents I breathed

The friends I made, the men I have loved

All in the palm of these two trembling hands

Alabama, Live

The crackle and pop of old vinyl,
Alabama, live, that’s what she played.
Yellow gloves up to her elbows,
Pledge, lemon, that’s what she sprayed.

failure – poem

Is it worth it, even if we fail?