5th January 2023 • The HERALD • Page 77 v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 26TH JANUARY v PART TIME SCHOOL RUN DRIVERS REQUIRED We are currently looking for new drivers to fill rewarding, part time roles in our busy, family run business. We specialise in transporting disabled and vulnerable children and young adults with a range of special needs to school’s across Hampshire. All applicants must be physically fit, 100% reliable and punctual with a pleasant attitude towards others. A New Forest District Council Private Hire License would be an advantage, however, we can help you obtain this. In return we offer good rates of pay and a reliable and well maintained company vehicle. Our working days are Monday-Friday and approximately 17-20 hours per week during term times. These positions may suit retired or semi-retired persons but all applicants are welcome. To enquire in the first instance, please email: schooltransportsouthampton@gmail.com Poets Corner HERALD RECRUI TMENT We’ve taken down the decorations at was on the ceiling and the walls. We’ve thrown out the plastic Christmas tree, And de ated our blow up Santa Claus. But I’m not throwing out mistletoe, I think I’ll keep it here. So I can kiss the neighbours wife Who I’ve fancied all the year. en there are the Christmas cards, at we had hanging on a wire We could and should recycle them But l’m just going to throw them on the re. But rst I will read all the cards, For we’ve only had a few And I’ll see if I can nd e one we should have got from you. If I can’t nd one And our card you have missed, I’m going to cross your names O next years Christmas list. But I hoped you liked your present e gold watch in a box, And thank you for mine like you say A man can never have, too many socks. Christmas Is Over by Vic Lee She lives very close To the place she was born Under towering mountains And valleys of corn She once fell in love Married moved on But returned to the valley And the mountains sweet song She keeps a few pigs Two cows and a goat With her pony and trap She feels less remote And in the blink of an eye As the winter rolls by She looks forward To the coming of spring She loves to see Blackbirds at play And the robins They’re such cheeky things And before the cold winter There was always the autumn A beautiful season Such colours it brings She lives for her mountains The foothills her valley Loves the village the church And her farm She has no need of a car Does not travel far And she’s happy At peace on her farm She lives all alone Beneath towering mountains Alone in her valley Beneath a canvas of stars Cat Where are you at? You sit and stare But do you care? When you look at me What do you see? Within your mouth and paws Sharp teeth, sharp claws You play then fight One wrong, one right Can you think? can you feel? Or is it just my food you steal? Where are you at cat? BENEATH A CANVAS OF STARS by David K Wilson CAT by David Linney If you ask them, everyone recalls their rst love; at new, that fresh, that totally without lust love; It just starts and seems to build Until your head is with him lled: at uncomplicated, fun but awesome, rst love. en that day of days, I read, on that school wall at I. McG. Loved W.S., chalked three feet tall! I was morti ed, I cringed, I was ten – and quite unhinged: Some little blighter, then, had up and spoiled it all. First love has no beginning, has no end; at instant recall, still, is heard to comprehend; Now my gym slip’s laid to rest, But rst love is still the best – Quite unique – do you agree with me, my friend? Mummy, mummy can we walk along the shore, We need stones and pebbles, we have to find more, We will fasten our coats, put our wellies on, We have to hurry or the stones will be gone! They splash through rock pools and lift up rocks, They pick up smelly seaweed and squeeze til it pops! They find flat stones to skim over the water, Mummy has a throw because she thought she ought to!! They pick up stones that have varied shapes… They’re all different sizes and are of different weights, It’s not just stones they find, but little crabs too, They sidle off sideways when making their move… The tides coming in, so they make a retreat, They lay out their stones, their missions complete! Now they are happy and can’t wait to get home, To get out their paints and transform these stones!, The next move now is to hide them around… And hope in a few days they will be found, Children smile when finding these painted stones, The stones are special, these stones aren’t thrown…. FIRST LOVE by Mrs I Smith MUMMY, MUMMY by Margaret Bell
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