12th September 2024 • The HERALD • Page 85 v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 3RD OCTOBER v Poets Corner HERALD RECRUITMENT Totton & Eling Council are recruiting for a Projects & Estates Manager. You will be responsible for the efficient and effective management and development of the Town Council’s Built Estate together with delivering a wide range of projects either directly, or through other staff or consultants as agreed with the Town Clerk. Responsibilities include ensuring that the Town Council’s Estates and Projects works are effectively managed and delivered including the preparation of appropriate tender documentation etc. This is an exciting and varied role with the opportunity to work closely with Council staff, Councillors and external contractors to deliver a service in line with the Council’s strategic objectives, vision and mission. For a more detailed Job Specification, please visit the following page – www.tottoneling- tc.gov.uk/your-council/vacancies/ If you have any questions about the role, please contact Sadie Stringer, HR Manager, on 023 8086 3138. Application by completion of an application form only, which can be emailed to Sadie.stringer@tottoneling-tc.gov.uk. CLOSING DATE – 18TH SEPTEMBER 2024 Totton & Eling Town Council is an equal opportunity employer that is committed to diversity and inclusion in the workplace. PROJECTS & ESTATES MANAGER SCP 32 – 35 £40,221 – £43,421 per annum, pro-rata. 14 hours a week. Sea of Jewels by Marlene Parmenter© Golden, silver, copper, Autumn colours shinning through, As the sun rays glisten Upon the morning dew. e trees whisper in the breeze, e birds sing along, e leaves rustle under foot Such is the autumn song. A so er carpet I’ve never known. Colours so rich and rare. Watching them tumble silently, Leaving the trees so bare. Floating, glistening, falling, Creating vibrant pools. e autumn in all her splendour, A beautiful sea of jewels. DIBDEN by Phil Santus© TWO TIN SOLDIERS by David K Wilson© Two small boys Playing games of soldiers Shooting at their best friends Centring their sights Two tin soldiers One in each boy’s pocket Each small boy just want’s to be The one to win the fight The two tin soldiers Quickly get forgotten Growing up and growing older Much to big for fights School days bring bad ways Scrapes and lots of trouble Life lived in a bubble Friendships founder like a kite It happened unexpectedly Probably always meant to be Two men join the regiment Lads just yesterday Soldiers now with soldier’s ways Practicing most every day Survival of the fittest It has always been this way Foreign armies foreign lands Far away from marching bands Each man for the next each day Overcoming fears this way A village road a quiet spot Midday sun extremely hot A hidden mine a dreadful sound Silence reining all around From the violence of a soulless land To homes where peace and love still stand Arrive two cardboard boxes Two tin soldiers coming home Two tin soldiers One in each mans pocket Two lucky charms that didn’t help In the violence of war! Trees are key to desirable living, they perk up landscapes and freshen the air. Suburbia’s best when close by a forest and what could be better than journeying the tree-lined meandering roads? You travel to familiar places, navigate past the half-hidden houses, not knowing stories of lives lived there. What’s been remembered and what forgotten? Take good care of your memories. I have lived within this suburb of trees and known it for what it is and will be. Leafy-lane schools and medical centres come as benefits from urban planning. I am grateful for what I have. A stray Nazi bomb that was meant for the docks fell on the roof of the church of All Saints. The centuries died but rebirth came soon, when Christ was again dead but was risen, cast in the miracle of stone. THE DRAGONFLY by Dorothy Lockyer © Sitting by the sh pond, what a beautiful sight! Such a brightly coloured dragon y did alight Metallic blue, so iridescent in the sun Like a mini helicopter, having such fun! Zipping to and fro, hovering, rising, landing Across lily pads, ripple of water sparkling. Its four wings, shimmering, like gossamer just spun. Be very quiet, you may hear their gentle thrum. Life starts for the dragon y in a pond or stream, Its reputation, is being vicious and mean! When the time is right he emerges and is free Discarding his nymph - like body, ready to ee No longer able to return from whence he came Changed, become a new creature in a new domain. I ponder and wonder, that when the time is right, If like the dragon y I’ll ascend to the height? To a new world, as a di erent creation, Making my way to a nal destination! 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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