25th January 2024 • The HERALD • Page 77 v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 15TH FEBRUARY v Poets Corner HERALD RECRUITMENT We were recently informed of the passing of George Jenkins, who has been a regular contributor to our Poets Corner despite being in his 90’s. We thought it would be a fitting tribute to dedicate this issue’s Poets Corner to George and his poems. We will miss receiving George’s poems, which he used to handwrite and post to us. How Silent is the Night by George Jenkins © How silent is the night, Its darkness overwhelms me, When I can’t sleep, I yearn for morning to come. To awake once more, Breathe the cool morning air, And feel the warmth of the sun. What shall I do today, I think, with the weather set fair. No heroics or gymnastics for me For today is my 96th Birthday, An age quite rare. THINGS TO COME by George Jenkins© Cheer Up Cheer Up These bad days don’t last forever Then back to the bingo - fat ladies forever ‘Chin Waggers’ on Wednesdays For more bingo and chat ‘Kurling’ for George with a lady called Pat ‘Sing along’ on Mondays, with food to delight With everybody happy with their moods quite bright Roses are Red by George Jenkins© Roses are red, violets are blue, e sun may not be shining, But that’s nothing new. e clouds gather overhead, And the rain starts to fall, But who’d have anything else, In this country that has it all. Memories of a Partner by George Jenkins© He did love her when they were together And thought it would last forever But when they parted a er several years together ey both knew it was over. Time is a healer, so they say But memories don’t go away. ey last forever In their own funny way. CHANGE OF SEASONS by George Jenkins© Summer turns to autumn, Autumn turns to winter, Winter turns to spring And spring turns to summer again. How lucky we are when our seasons come round. This will not change, so have no fear, This always comes round, year after year. The hot summers are a pure delight, Whilst autumn brings that chilly bite. Into spring, what a delight, With swaying daffodils making the days so bright. Its summer now and we hope for the best, So that we can lay on the beach and have a jolly good rest. When Oh When Will The Sun Come Out by George Jenkins© We’ve had the lot. Is it Winter again? But cheer up, it cannot last for ever. It will come out And last for ever. When oh when will the sun come out, It’s supposed to be spring, But I think it’s gone walkabout. Being a patient nation that we are, It’s disappointing that it’s been hidden so far, Clouds galore, wind and rain, SAFE RETURN by George Jenkins© to show the way. Horses and deer still roamed their way with eyes shining bright to help nd their way Ah, here we are, the cat waiting at the window for his owners safe return. It was nearly Christmas and snow was falling fast. To get home safely was the main thing and not to drive too fast. It was dark and cold on the road outside the car but warm and cosy here inside. e forest showed up dark and sinister with no lights HUGGING by Isobel Smith© (March 99) A hug, with its comfort, can mean so many things It needs no words but it conveys deep feeling that it brings. Hugs that say hello, hugs too that say goodbye Hugs for sheer joy with exhilaration riding high. Between parents and children they make everything get better A hug with an old friend – to say you’ll never quite forget her. e continental hug that brushes kisses o each cheek Or when you’re sad, a hug can compensate for words you cannot speak. at someone else’s husband hug, makes me uneasy even yet, And then the type of hug that just forgives and soon forgets. Happy hugs, sad hugs, lovers hugs and cuddles then Hugs that re-inforce a friendship with conviction once again. Hugs have to be given, for through life they weave a thread Don’t walk away, come back once more and give a hug instead. The copyright of all poems that are published in The Herald belong to the author and must NOT be reproduced without their permission
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