Brilliant

The glare was quite brilliant
from the bridge with the blue
and the sunshine so bright
that it looked almost new
The river was brimming
the tide really high
with soft wavelets lapping
as I wandered by

Bing was not in Sussex

Bing was certainly not in Sussex
when he sang his famous song
As a white Christmas here
was so far back, so long
that I can scarce remember it
So many years ago
When we enjoyed in Sussex
a little Christmas snow

Complete

6 of 6 in the Jemverse’ Shoreham’ series

There’s a view which here in Shoreham
is complete in every way
as it epitomises
all about the place, I’d say

Everything

1 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘Shoreham’ series

It has the downs, it has the sea
with a river running through
It has a thousand years of history
for the memories it grew
It has my heart, it has my love
with home right at the centre
It has excitement every day
for a spirit of adventure

Blue, the beach, twilight and a wander

Lights in the far distance
across the darkening sand
In swiftly facing twilight
as night-time gathers and
the beach and sea reflect the blue
with a peaceful lapping sound
And we’re the only people here
with silence all around

With eyes to see

Every so often
now and then
I’ll take a walk
with book and pen
and use my eyes
to look around
when walking in
and round this town

Before the rain

Just before the rain
River water smoothly lies
Ebbing to the sea

Gleaming

Early morning sunrise
on the river smooth and flat
So I had to pause a while
and take a photograph of that
The boats of Shoreham harbour club
Hulls gleaming in the sun
Resplendent here this morning
on a day that’s just begun

Like a dream

There’s a hill above Shoreham
where you can see the sea
shining silver and bright in the sun
A reminder indeed
of the coast where we live
work and play hard and have fun

Favourite

We have a favourite restaurant
we go to from time to time
It serves the most amazing food
and a lovely glass of wine

Beside the sea

I watched the sea
it did me proud
It roared at me
I laughed out loud
The sun was warm
bright in my face
on Shoreham beach
my special place

Home II

 

Crossing the bridge of a morning
the river reaching down to the sea
With boats there at rest, a reminder
that this is just where I wanted to be

Riverside view

 

On the river at Shoreham
the water is clear
In this place that I love
and hold very dear
The boats on the mudflats
with the tide on the turn
Lie at rest by the pontoons
with bow against stern

A song for sunset

Liquid gold on the riverbed
poured out by the setting sun
As it waves a fond farewell
to a day that’s now undone

This river

In this river’s silted tributaries
Navigation now
Reserved for smallish river craft
Low of beam and bow
And yet, two hundred years ago
Galleons here were made
Crafted beams at Bramber
Where many keels were laid

Home

 

I have a beach of shingle mixed
with golden sea-washed sand
Its grandeur and its mystery
forged by God’s own hand

Solitude with seagulls

Sea fog hides my Sussex fields
Rolling in from flattened sea
But, masked from view, its fragrance
drifts in and welcomes me

Bliss

watched a winter sunset
From the beach on the long mile
Marvelling at its wonder
I stayed there for quite a while

Monarch’s Way

 

Following King Charlie’s footsteps
Along The Monarch’s Way
To the Ring once more again we walked
On a blustery winter’s day

Railway Gardens

 

Beside the line at Shoreham
As “Railway Gardens” it is known
A copse of trees and bushes
Now sadly overgrown

Swingbridge

 

We wondered if it was a wind-up
Gathering people there to stare
But no, the bridge was really opening
For the pleasure of all there