Concluding the Jemverse ’12 months V’ series (12 of 12)
Another twelve month series done
now that August's finally come
but next month there'll be a new one
on Jemverse here for you
Twelve poems, one for every first
most for the best, some for the worst
but all well penned and all well versed
on Jemverse each one new
The gladioli on our allotment
are growing very tall
and their variegated colour
looks lovely when we call
They make a pleasant change
from the vegetables we grow
and have varying success with
through the year as well you know
And today with August sunshine
so lovely did they look
which I'm pleased to say I captured
in the photograph I took
August undecided
change and fickle shows
with one day sun but next of rain
so no-one really knows
Summer warmth remains though
a constant there to hold
at least for the time being
before it turns to cold
But I'm not all that bothered
so with all that August brings
I'll still enjoy each day it gives
as my voice always sings
August undecided
but there's a mystery here
as no-one knows what to expect
around this time of year
From a night on the streets
he returned in the sun
sniffing at something
he'd found on the run
The sun was now bright
and the new day was dawning
so it was back to his den
on this fine summer morning
And just as I thought 'It's cooler today'
the sun put its hat on and said
"I'll have none of that, here's the summer you need"
and shone down warm on my head
So I gave it a wave with a nonchalant glance
which I knew it would see by the way
as I settled down to the summer I knew
on this lovely warm August day
Forty-eight beginnings later
first of August twenty-one
the last one in this series
now twelve months since begun
But not (you will be pleased to hear)
the last one here for good
for I'll begin a brand new series
next month here (you knew I would)
Concluding the Jemverse ’12 months III’ series [12 of 12]
Inevitably August time
when this month comes around
would see us looking forward
to a holiday we’d found
Somewhere hot and balmy
and usually on a ship
far across the ocean
for our destination trip
This year we decided
not to travel to sun
but enjoy it at home for a change
But perhaps that decision
now with some derision
with hindsight, we should rearrange
This poem starts a series
that will run through the year
A new one when the first
of every month is drawing near
And August starts it off
as it seemed the thing to do
No better place than summer
to begin a series, new
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