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Jacqueline Mead Poem
Sitting on a rock
In my favourite glen
Sheltering from the sun on a hot and sunny day.
Seeking peace from a whirlwind of a week.
I watch the water as it cascades in long, slow, soft ripples
Gathering in a pool of clear blue.
I wonder where its journey will end.
It is too inviting; I must have a dip, hoping to clear my mind.
I enter, not anticipating its warmth and
I sink in its depths, floating, suspended in time—
I think to myself how this moment is idyllic, peaceful, and totally mine.
Peace settles over me.
Nature settles me with peace and tranquillity.
Copyright © JACQUELINE MEAD | Year Posted 2026
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Jacqueline Mead Poem
I got in my car, started it up, and drove.
Excited to be heading towards my favourite cove.
Beside me on the passenger seat, my trusty backpack .
Stuffed with shades, a towel and tasty protein snack.
Ten minutes later, I arrive and search for my favourite spot.
A shiny, smooth, flat black rock.
I sit and spread a towel, claiming my seat.
Then sit forward and stare out to sea as I dangle my feet.
It is early,the tide is on its way out as the spray hits my toes.
It is cooling, light and foamy as it ebbs and flows.
With no one else around, my thoughts drift away.
The beach’s tune begins to change, as the silence of the morning starts to give way.
I take my journal and pen out of my bag and begin to write,
I write of the sun and sky, of the heat and light.
Of dogs barking, enjoying the sun.
Children playing having fun.
Parents talking, finding some peace.
Watching the waves and their children’s release.
It has been a glorious day, and I am last one standing, as I pack away.
I have stayed long to see the sun drop below the horizon, the end of a day.
The beach’s tune has changed again, now it is slow and a lonely beat.
As it says goodbye to the light and the heat.
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Jacqueline Mead Poem
Coiled around the Earth
Highly sprung, waiting rebirth
Mother Nature Lurks
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Jacqueline Mead Poem
Outdoors, the light is still
The sky shines blue
The sun paints the ground in shades of yellow
It is a joy, a thrill,
To be sipping a brew
Allowing myself to mellow
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Dawn broke with bird song
Sun rising above rooftops
In a blaze of orange
It was expected, of course
No matter, it made me smile.
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