Marvel wordlessly

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Monday 13th September 

Within the darkness
Just look carefully
For all the sparkles
Stars shine perfectly
Drink in the vista
Marvel wordlessly

Love you both
My precious sons
xxxxx
Quiet on Porthmeor Beach
Ready for a surf school group
Not many waves to catch
Low tide in the harbour
A few holidaymakers around
Self drive boats lined up

Another day

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Sunday 12th September 

Another day
Just wandering
Around the town
Just pondering
Watching people
Kids hollering
Arcade's open
Cash squandering

And just stand still
So tall and straight
Look all about
And liberate
Stop for awhile
Appreciate
All that you have
It's not too late

Love you both
Treasured sons
xxxxx
Dark and gloomy
Porthmeor Beach
The harbour
The colour has been drained as the tide goes out
Grey and overcast
Barnoon Cemetery and Chapel
Looking towards Man’s Head and Clodgy

Kisses from you

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Saturday 11th September 

Kisses from you
Up in the sky
I know it's you
You're flying high

So much love for you both
My darling sons
xxxxx
A sundog rainbow 💖
Porthmeor Beach
Soft kisses in the sky
A few swimming
Fluffy clouds
Low tide
Wide angle
Still a few holidaymakers around
The James Stevens No. 10 lifeboat, 1899, fully restored to its former glory, and returned to St Ives

Bubbles in the foam

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Friday 10th September 

Bubbles in the foam
Of beach kissed waves
Sunbeams filtering through
Seaweed covered caves

White horses on crests
Of emerald green swell
Tide chasing forwards
Covering each pink shell

Albeit grey skies
A fresh, salty air
Blows in from the deep
Cloaking everywhere

Love you so much
My precious sons
xxxxx
Only a few surf school students on West Porthmeor Beach
Grey skies overhead
Along the Wharf
Low tide in the harbour
A humid breeze blows gently
Smeaton’s Pier

Warm September mist

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Wednesday 8th September 

Rolling across the sea
The warm September mist
This veil clings to the tide
Where waves just don't exist


Love you both
Darling sons
xxxxx
Lifeguards still on duty
Little swell for the surf school
Misty low tide in the harbour
Heavy, grey skies
Colourful flower boxes
Still many holidaymakers about
The incoming tide fills the harbour quickly

That time again

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Tuesday 7th September 

It's that time again
Dermatology
Complete body check
Any moles, dodgy?

All is good today
A big sigh from me
Back in six months time
'Til then, quite happy

Love you both
Treasured sons
xxxxx

Walk with me

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Sunday 5th September 

Walk with me
For a while
Hear my heart
Mile after mile
Tread this path
Over the stile
Feel the aches
Look for the smile
For it's there
Borne with style

Love both of you
Beloved sons
xxxxx
Tour of Britain thunders through St Ives
Stage 1, Penzance to Bodmin. 111 miles
Mark Cavendish was there, somewhere
Such speed amongst the cheering and police sirens

Whatever happens

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Saturday 4th September 

Whatever happens
Everything else can wait
Whatever happens
I'll put it down to fate
Whatever happens
Memories we'll relate
Whatever happens
You're my perfect soulmate
Whatever happens
Our love, we'll celebrate

Love you both so much
Beloved sons
xxxxx