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James Spence Poem
Fishing Holiday
A kingfisher sitting on the old harbour wall
Listening to the geese from the mud flats call
I'm here for some sea fishing until after the thaw
Braced against the north wind so cold and raw
No Kamikaze diving into a frozen pond
The quickest route through to a life beyond
I need to cut a hole to fish with rod and line
To catch minnows like an Eskimo for my tea time
A sound of crunching from the lake what can it be
I fly over the marsh to take a look and see
Two swans are on the salt lagoon a winter wonderland
I watch from the sluice gate where the water is damned
The leaders pushing through the thick sea ice
Slowly inching forward, heroic self-sacrifice
Jet propulsion is required, web feet redesigned
Whilst tail end Charlie swims serenely behind
The Buntings skating through the reeds ask me to stay
But I've frost bitten feathers and don't want to play
The brochure promised beaches and sunshine every day
I am flying further south for my next Seaside holiday
Keyhaven Marshes, 17th January 2023
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A crisp calm early morning, a sunny clear spring day
Into old beech wood clearing, ocean sailing underway
Lines of rolling waves where tree trunk shadows fall
A sea of nodding bluebells, a distant port of call
Senses overflowing a sweet scent fills the air
Rainforest birdsong chorus a harmonious fanfare
Swollen buds full of promise in the canopy abound
Feathered emerald leaves unfurling to a choral sound
Verdant clouds casting, dappled shade on to the ground
Navigating rural landscape, voyage homeward-bound
Old sailor sighting landfall a beach of golden sand
A field of mustard painted by artistic farmers hand
A glimpse through to horizon a tropical island view
Vibrant Caribbean colours of yellow, green and blue
Parnholt Wood, 25th April 2023
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The plops of fat drops on wet leaves
Light rippling applause of the rain
The strengthening breeze in the trees
Like the rush of an oncoming train
Farley Mount, 10th December 2022
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A cold full moon greets baby Mars
Ink black sky shot through with diamond stars
A crystal wrap cloaks acres down
Ethereal light floods all around
Golden dear cross the sky line
To pull Santa’s slay one more time
An owl hoots out his mournful song
Christmas is coming it won’t be long
Acres Down, 7th December 2022
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