Jean Murray Poet Sonnet

Where I Live

In a stone cottage surrounded by trees,
I live here listening to birds and bees.
The cock crows each morn, wakens me at dawn.
I curse the beast, then rise to face the morn.
I love my work in the Maternity.
Just three days a week, then I am set free.
I live in Ireland, that beautiful isle.
I am spoiled for choice where to spend a while.
The beach, the forest, the National Park?
All are within range, if my car will start.
Hardly a sonnet but you get my drift.
If SO's not fussy, I'll give him a lift.
My kids have been blessed to grow without fear.
All want to return to have their wanes here.

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Agnes Krampe January 7, 2017 at 6:35 PM Congrats on your win, Jean. Lovely picture! Jean Murray January 7, 2017 at 7:13 PM Thank you Agnes.

Robert Lindley January 7, 2017 at 5:03 PM BEAUTIFUL PICTURE AND GREAT SONNET. BIG CONGRATS ON YOUR GREAT WIN! Jean Murray January 7, 2017 at 5:20 PM I'm still nor sure it qualifies as a sonnet Robert, but if SO's happy, then SO am I. Thank you.

Eve Roper January 7, 2017 at 4:46 PM Beautiful glimpse of where you live and i love the photograph just stunning . Congratulations, Jean, on your win. Hugs Eve Jean Murray January 7, 2017 at 5:18 PM Truly, I am blessed with this old house Eve. It is close to town yet also private, like often old houses are. Strangely, my mother started gardening after she and my father separated, when she was 50. Just as I have done here, when I was 50.

Darren White January 7, 2017 at 11:29 AM Coming back with congratulations! (By the way, I am very small, if you knit a sweater for a skinny 12 year old, I think it will fit perfectly ;) ) Darren White January 8, 2017 at 11:42 AM Yes, I will look you up there :) Jean Murray January 7, 2017 at 5:14 PM Well, I am half way up the first sleeve tonight. I have posted a photo to her on Facebook also. Will you be my Facebook friend?? Darren White January 7, 2017 at 12:31 PM Awww, unfortunately I am not authorized to see it, shame... But it sounds wonderful, just about right :)

Andrea Dietrich January 2, 2017 at 6:33 PM Came back to say how much I really like this one. I had ancestors in that beautiful country. Sure hope I can see it one day. Jean Murray January 3, 2017 at 1:21 AM Thank you Andrea. Jan and I are hiring a bus at Shannon airport. It will transport our foreign friends from far off lands to Carrick-on-Shannon. We will then offload all onto a big bright barge for a charming cruise back down to Shannon.Jump on!!

Andrea Dietrich January 1, 2017 at 4:44 PM This is cute, Jean. A non traditional sonnet but very fun to read. I really like this! I have one too. Gotta post it by tomorrow!! Jean Murray January 1, 2017 at 4:47 PM Non traditional for sure Andrea. Sometimes it's obvious to me when I have taken a wrong turn. This was such a time.

Suzanne Delaney January 1, 2017 at 6:31 AM We do have a lot in common Jean: I also lived on the Gold Coast in 2003 and had a Poetry Circle going that met a Cafe in Nobby's Beach. We lived on Albatross Ave directly across from the Knobby's Beach Surf Club. Years ago I did my training in Townsville and we often got transfers from Palm Is. How nearly our paths have been but never crossed. SuZ Suzanne Delaney January 1, 2017 at 3:22 PM SOUPMAIL Jean Murray January 1, 2017 at 7:01 AM That's amazing Suz. Only it was 20 years apart. I was there in 1983. Once, a local on the island was shot in the leg. I was the only one on duty in Casualty that night. I took the X ray and developed it in the dark room. I will never forget seeing on screen, the spray, like talcum powder, behind his femur.

Darren White December 31, 2016 at 7:13 AM That washing powder tip took me off-guard, I almost forgot to read your poem ;) But... is that your house? If so...sigh... so beautiful. And I adore your poem. If I hadn't a safe home now, I'd be homesick for yours! Darren White December 31, 2016 at 2:40 PM Ahaha. You remember that jumper. How lovely <3 Jean Murray December 31, 2016 at 10:31 AM I think we would hit it off well Darren. You could have a try at teaching me to pirouette in my porch, and I could measure you up for your jumper.

Suzanne Delaney December 30, 2016 at 7:01 AM Will take you up on that cuppa next time I visit Ireland. Cheers SuZ Jean Murray December 30, 2016 at 7:45 AM I see from your biography we should have much in common to chat about over that cuppa Suzanne. Both nursing backgrounds and both turned to poetry in a time of stress. I worked for 3 months on The Gold Coast in Queensland and 5 months on Palm Island, an aboriginal reserve, off Townsville.

Jannie Breedt December 29, 2016 at 4:11 AM Very homily poem . Beautiful pic. So wheres the busted car? Ireland? I want to go there and sing in a pub while inebriated. Thanks for the visit to mine. Jean Murray December 30, 2016 at 7:47 AM Na habair.

Just James December 29, 2016 at 12:19 AM Its on my bucket list Jean...the Emerald Isle Sounds wonderful.. Jean Murray December 29, 2016 at 1:26 AM A far cry from deepest darkest Africa James. I have traveled myself to far flung places, yet always felt the pull of home.

Lyon Brave December 29, 2016 at 12:15 AM This is a very charming poem. It is good to see someone so happy with their life. Jean Murray December 29, 2016 at 1:23 AM In this abode I often feel blessed Lyon. I especially love the garden when the trees are in leaf. It is so private then.

Suzanne Delaney December 28, 2016 at 9:06 PM I love the whimsical feel of this, Jean: Such a charming stone cottage and the bright blue door and greenery are so inviting. Cheers SuZ Jean Murray December 29, 2016 at 1:20 AM Thank you Suzanne. I keep the kettle on the stove for fellow poets who might wish to drop by.

Ilene Bauer December 28, 2016 at 7:41 PM is that really your home, jean? it's so charming! it looks absolutely perfect and you describe it so well... Jean Murray December 29, 2016 at 1:17 AM Yes Ilene. Built in 1939. My little piece of heaven. With a little garden front and back.

Tim Smith December 28, 2016 at 4:45 PM I didn't catch the address : ).... a beautiful home Jean Murray December 28, 2016 at 4:52 PM It's written in stone there Tim. Murray's Cottage. A happy coincidence as the previous owners were Murray....and I paid the mortgage.

Heidi Sands December 28, 2016 at 4:33 PM Yes, I am sure Jean. You described it so well and I love the stone cottage and everything you wrote. Very much enjoyed it. Jean Murray December 28, 2016 at 4:50 PM I am such a pretender to the throne when I read the works of others here Heidi. Thank you again.

Heidi Sands December 28, 2016 at 3:46 PM Nice one Jean! :) Jean Murray December 28, 2016 at 3:48 PM Are you sure Heidi? I was just about to delete it.