While the weather was still warm
they played in the fountains
and life seemed easy
it was natural to smile
...
It's extraordinary the creatures you can come across in the quieter parts of Yorkshire, England.....
WAITING
...
The ferries on the Humber river in England were replaced by a magnificent bridge, but memories are alive....
HULL CORPORATION PIER
...
In the UK, donkey rides and building sand castles are still popular, but we cannot control the tide....
ON THE BEACH
...
(This is a tribute to the fishing folk of Whitby, England. A mention is made of chips in the poem, which in the USA I believe are called fries!)
SAFE HANDS
...
I knew your dad had died
but now your mum and brother too
and the death notice wasn’t clear
- it might also have been you
...
We are a poetry nation
for one spectacular day
when all heroes and heroines
...
Living on the edge of the Yorkshire Wolds, England, is mostly uneventful, but sometimes.....
THE CHALKY FIELDS AT LEAVENING
...
The longest day
doesn’t feel much longer;
tomorrow’s glass misting
with breath of winter
...
With eyes closed I still see the light
and sense everything I need to dream,
there’s still chance all will come right
- torn edges form an invisible seam;
...
Horseplay in the corridor
but where was our first kiss?
Was it in my dinky room?
The taste of balmy bliss
...
Poet based in North Yorkshire, England. See http: //pauljudges.blog.co.uk/)
Golden
While the weather was still warm
they played in the fountains
and life seemed easy
it was natural to smile
we could see no white caps
on the distant mountains
our focus was on
this golden mile
it was time for the young
to get thoroughly soaked
and dry in the lenient
October sun
the adults just sat
quite still, and joked
recalling their days
of childish fun
at the back of their minds
was something like night
but far enough away
to put off till tomorrow
while the kids still played
it just wasn’t right
to admit there was anything
remotely like sorrow