Life is a beach (2)

Glistening sand
beneath my feet
the tide goes out
and life is sweet

This early morning
on the shore
how could I ever
want for more?

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Life is a beach (1)

Blue of sea
Blue of sky
Blue of sand
as I walk by

Waves a ripple
Waves a sigh
Waves a whisper
as I walk by

A day at the beach hut

Spent a day at the beach hut
in the bright sun
It’s been renovated and
I’m pleased that it’s done

Painted bright turquoise
to reflect sky and sea
Hut 101 is really
a great place to be

The seagull and me

On the beach and a seagull
perched on a post
Him and me there
both making the most
of what has the promise
a fine day to be
one full of sunshine
for both him and me

Sussex Fields

Sussex fields so
bright and green
nicest that I
think I’ve seen
And when the sun
breaks over hill
I think that they
are nicer still

The Soothing Sea

I have lost count the number
of poems I have written
about the sea in Sussex
as really, I am smitten
So, if I only wrote of water
would you think less of me?
for really, if the truth be told
it’s best beside the sea

I can sit here hour on hour
beside the soothing waves
and gaze out at its fathoms
on sultry summer days
For me it’s inspiration
of it I’ll never tire
It prompts my words and writing
and builds in me a fire

Summer Days

On the beach at low water
watching seagulls at play
the view here at Worthing
around the wide bay
of the coastline in Sussex
bathed in a blue
reflecting the sky
is a joy to eschew

Makeover 101

Our beach hut’s had a makeover
it’s looking pretty swish
and now it has been painted
in bright colour, per our wish

Beacon

The day was full of sunshine
as we headed out, day three
of our walks on hills of Sussex
my brother Dave and me
This time to Ditchling Beacon
climbing chalky paths and hill
then into shady valleys
where the air was calm and still

Rodmell

We climbed up to Firle Beacon
(It was really windy there)
and its wasn’t from the beans we’d had
for breakfast, to be fair!
The views across fair Sussex
were magnificent to see
on this second day of walking
for my brother Dave and me
And then downhill to Rodmell
in the valley of the Ouse
for well earned respite at the pub
followed by a snooze

Alfriston

We traversed Seven Sisters
high cliffs above the sea
Clear blues skies and sunshine
my brother Dave and me
There were lots of foreign students
around the tourist traps
but we left them all behind us
as we walked on, us two chaps

Eastbourne

Woke up to a morning
with zero chance of rain
Another perfect day
for our walkings once again
Starting here in Eastbourne
with the sun on deep blue sea
the day is full of promise
for my brother, Dave and me

The South Downs Way

To the South Downs Way
the brothers return again
retreading their steps

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Free

Today I found freedom
and went for a run
in Simon’s Field, Faygate
with frolics and fun

Spring

Counting days til sunshine
and the pleasure that will bring
with long hours at the beach hut
in the warmer days of Spring

Same

More than fifty years on
and the smell on the air
is the same to me now
as it was way back there
That of sea and the tar
and the pitch and the oil
and the sweat and the grime
from the long days of toil

Haven by the sea revisited

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Opened up the beach hut
which needs a lick of paint
But it’s still a lovely place to be
All ours and very quaint

Privilege to share revisited

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Another lovely end of day
in my favourite place
Sitting in the sunshine
with a big smile on my face

I’d take a little selfie
but I’m pretty sure that you
Would rather see some beach huts
from my favourite sea view

A ray of sun captured (and revisited)

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I captured the sunset
at the beach hut today
Late in the evening
with a golden display

Reflective and gorgeous
the warmth of the sun
captured right here
as the day is all done

Beach Huts revisited

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Stretching to infinity
Beach huts on Beach Green
Painted many colours
Brightest you’ll have seen

Here on the coast in Sussex
a haven on the beach
A little bit of paradise
there in easy reach

Found myself in Sussex

Found myself in Sussex
in fields of verdant green
Early Spring or Summer
the best that I had seen

No Fishing

The seagulls were hopeful
as they flew overhead
But the fisherman’s stayed
nice and warm in his bed

And his boat remains covered
with tarpaulin and snow
His nets and his lines
packed away and in stow

The white blanket

So rare the white blanket
on this Southern shore
that part of me wishes
there was sometimes more
A very small part though
and I mean it no ill
But I couldn’t live long
with this iron chill

These Streets…

These streets are mine
a thousand times I tread them every day
I know them well, I hold them dear
with words I cannot say

These streets are mine
Familiar, I know them every one
be that when cold and raining
or brighter in the sun

A song for the way

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We lost sight of our accordion player
as we wandered, singing our song
But he was just lagging behind us
as we slowly ambled along

So, reaching the base of escarpment
Fulking Village just ahead there to find
We turned and up there high above us
we found him in the sunshine

Fulking

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n the valley lies Fulking
down there in the Weald
amidst all the green
of fallow and field
Destination today
as we wander along
all full of good spirits
and bursting to song

Tradition

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It’s becoming a tradition
as this is the second year
February seventeen
and a walk to have a beer
We’re spoilt for choice in Sussex
with the hills to take us there
So here’s to many more years still
this special day to share

Breathtaking II

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The view up here on Devil’s Dyke
looking to the West
is I think in Sussex
one of the very best
In the fading distance
Chanctonbury Ring
and rolling up to that far point
the hills that make me sing