by Steve Tanham
We meet up for a bowl and brew
When winter days are short
And darkness fills the edge of hours
And shortens lives too far apart
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The muddy Collie, winding stairs
Are worth the sodden ball and park
The panting dog with coursing blood
Now flops, no more to chase and bark
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I leave the table free for you
While shaking coat of leaves
The dripping heap disturbs no one
Tucked high in writer’s eaves
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The notebook freshly muddied
Now flaps open, dripped anew
Ideas spark as coffee starts
To focus hidden inner view
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The years are hundreds since
This nook was crafted first
How many pens have scribbled here
How many hearts have burst?
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So take this chair, wiped freshly dry
And sup with me a while
And let us conjure worlds anew
And bring that winter smile…
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©Stephen Tanham
Sun in Gemini 
The years simply fall away!
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How wonderful! Glad it did that, Jaye…
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It is all so inviting. How wonderful!
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Thank you, Chris. Farrer’s Tea Rooms in Kendal… very old building
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Thank you, Sue x
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I feel the warmth 💜🌹
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Thank you, Willowdot. it is a lovely old building.
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It certainly look it 💜
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A favourite tall and thin tea room in the centre of Kendal.
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Looks amazing 🤗
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This is lovely – both the poem and the place.
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Thank you, Mary.
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