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Julia Vaughan Poem
Get leads, chains, hats, flip-flops and sunnies.
Get poo-bags and lots and lots of training-treats.
(Are they to be used as lures or just plain bribery?)
Don’t forget to put on plenty of sunscreen.
Two dogs exuberant and joyful, in their own wonderland.
Dashing through the water’s edge, pelting across the sand,
almost exploding away like released elastic bands.
Seagulls escaping the excitement, flapping away like mad.
Firm, hard sand underfoot. Great for a bold and striding walk.
Until the underground stream turns it from firm to soft and sludgy.
Calf muscles ache, sand clings in-between toes. A slower walk.
Soon it’s firm, hard sand underfoot again. Repeat the bold and striding walk.
We walk to “The Pole” and back. Embracing total azure bliss.
Skies above pure blue, with very few clouds of fairy floss,
The sea rippling with sapphire, grey, azure, some topped with white caps,
Waves splooshing onto the sand, not a big swell, some little rips criss-cross.
Seagulls and magpies float in the air, zeppelins with wings and sharp eyes,
gawking at the prancing dogs, hoping for a prize,
A missed treat, an easy dinner to find and gulp down. Very wise.
Life on the beach and on the ocean has no compromise.
Stepping over sea weed, striding over the sand, avoiding rocks.
Watching the dogs, watching my feet, looking far away, clearing mental blocks.
Mindful, peaceful, calming and energising, oblivious to any clocks,
And yet also vaguely wondering, when is the next equinox?
High tides. Waters lapping the dunes. Low tides. Vast sandy beach expanse.
Up and down, like life’s rollercoaster, near and far, like a weird romance,
The Black Dog chasing, but I’m choosing to walk towards joyful exuberance.
Walking the dogs on the beach, a meditation well worth the experience.
Copyright © Julia Vaughan | Year Posted 2021
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Sticks and stones.
Words that do hurt,
more than stones could bruise.
How do you measure bruises on your heart?
I’ve now grown
ever more alert
to words that accuse.
It’s never, ever too hard, too late to start.
Careful of tone.
Mindful of impact.
As if stones are as hard to wisely choose.
Being inspired by Napoleon Bonaparte.
Sparkle like Rhinestones!
Words can disconcert!
Spread love and swiftly diffuse
Anybody’s verbal outburst, any vile squirt.
Copyright © Julia Vaughan | Year Posted 2021
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Jan Juc Primary School
Annual Fundraiser
A Kite Festival
Perfect day
Windy, warm
Families crowd onto the lawn
Above Fisherman's Beach
Prams, dogs, wheelchairs
Giggling youngsters
Parents saying, "Look up!"
Cameras capture glee
Big blue whale
Wafting
Above several sharks out of water
A scuba diver twirling below
Knots and nylon twine
Fluttering ribbons and tails
Happy kids everywhere
Mums, Dads holding tight
A plethora of little diamonds
Soaring
Brilliant colours glint in grey skies
A giant octopus
Two Tiger Moths; pilots adrift
Like astronauts, space walking
A prancing purple tailed horse
A dazzlingly intricate, spinning snake
And several beautiful butterflies
Copyright © Julia Vaughan | Year Posted 2024
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