Lying on the lawn with Lorrilee

A game of tennis then a nice cream tea

Walking hand in hand beside the sea

Dancing in the moonlight full of glee

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Watching fluffy clouds go scudding by

Looking at the seagulls flying high

Playing silly games with twinkling eye

snuggling close together, my oh my

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Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife of 47 years in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

Summer rain so warm and wet

only to be expected, yet….

I see a bit of blue sky there

Come my love, let’s not despair

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It’s ages since we picnicked here

and now the sun’s come out it’s clear

we’ll sit down here beneath the trees

and rest our plates upon our knees

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Oh, don’t you love a picnic tea

Ouch! I’ve been stung – a bumble bee!

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Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife of 47 years in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

Puffy white clouds

avoiding the crowds

buckets and spades

put on the shades

ice creams we lick `em

seagulls they nick `em

toddlers shout

family day out

sun, sea, and sand

isn’t it grand!

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Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife of 47 years in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.