Beauty both ways, through this caravans windows

14/10/2020
Beauty both ways,
Through this caravans windows

Waking up to see the sunrise,
A view our house,
Hides from ones eyes.
But from here,
That dazzling sun,
Has also got me mesmerised.
How the world turns from its' darkness and into the light.
The rays peeping up in the distance,
Behind Felixstowes' great port.
I’m telling you,
It’s a wondrous sight.
The suns rays deflection,
Off the River Orwell so bright. 
Is strange,
As an hour before,
There was an assortment of lights, 
Like a standstill firework display,
For the 1000s of the Great ports workmen,
To work by in the night.
Both views,
Whether night or day,
Are a poets pure delight...

Bonus being,
In this caravan,
The views are amazing out and inside.
As this caravan is lived in,
By a beautiful,
Mesmeric crush of all time.
If only i could move my house,
And have beauty all the while.

So I’m looking out of the caravans rectangular window,
As the sun rises in the dawn sky,
Above the cranes,
Settling Way up high,
That already stand,
At a massive sight,
No longer hidden
From my naked eye,
Which darkness had veiled,
Under the darkness of night.
Where we are situated,
On the Marinas site, 
I can hear the wind whistle,
Through each sailing boats rope,
 so taught,
So tight.
It may be bright and sunny,
But there’s a seabreeze this morning,
With quite a bite.
I’m happy in here though,
All snug and warm,
And sat inside. 

Bonus being,
In this caravan,
The views are amazing out and inside.
As this caravan is lived in,
By a beautiful,
Mesmeric crush of all time.
If only i could move my house,
And have beauty all the while.

The view is to live for,
Like the nature outside,
As I watch a black heron,
Eating his breakfast surprise.
The sun even catches on the fishes scales,
Momentarily dazzling your eyes,
With its shimmering colours,
Reflecting the suns pure brilliant white,
Even though it glows orange,
So is my description of the suns emission right?
It doesn’t matter,
As this is an artists dream.
Tug boats and tow boats,
Helping guide out the ginormous boats of freight,
Stacked with their cargo,
About 20 containers in height,
Just this morning,
We saw two of the big sea monsters leaving the port,
And out the sea gate.
With a sturdy pair of binoculars,
I took in the sights.
I could write about it for days,
The descriptions from this side of the water.
Birds taking off and eating their breakfast,  mid-flight.
Nature to the left of us,
Nature to the right.
Nature right in front of us,
What a poets delight.

Bonus being,
In this caravan,
The views are amazing out and inside.
As this caravan is lived in,
By a beautiful,
Mesmeric crush of all time.
If only i could move my house,
And have beauty all the while.

The weather hardy boats people,
Untie their ropes,
And out of the Marina they go.
Out on to a water so calm,
You could see the ripples of the tiniest of pebbles,
The smallest of stones,
Once released From the hand,
From which it was thrown. 
A perfect day to be on the river afloat,
Seeing that the early morning breeze has died down.
I wish i had a yacht or a plush motored boat.
I'd be out there now,
With my boys no doubt,
Going out fishing until the fuel is nearly out.
Laughing and joking,
Smiling during memories that we had,
Whilst in my day-dreamboat.
If only i had the money,
But then that’s not what life is about.
I’m making memories right now,
With my kids at home,
Which I would never live without.
And from within,
With this caravans’ fairy and her rectangular window,
 that i'm looking out....