Sunday Lunch At Fen Ditton Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

Sitting in the sunlight,
Waiting for my food,
Bright light floods the restaurant,
Noisy chatter from the crowd.

The Fen Ditton Pub is busy,
Tis Sunday Lunchtime, you see,
A meal out is a good choice,
Made by my wife, for me.

Sunlight shines through the trees,
A low Wintry Sun,
Blinding Drivers in their cars,
Which isn’t any fun.

Past the Restaurant flows the river,
The River Cam ~ famous is,
Used regularly by Boat Crews,
In ’Eights’ from the Universities.

Sunlight brightens the fields,
Flooded now from the night-time rain,
Pools of Water amid the colours,
Until the floods dry up again.