14th November 2024 • The HERALD • Page 89 v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 5TH DECEMBER v Poets Corner Every Child Loves Santa by Jimmey Hannigan© Every child loves Santa, He makes their dreams come true, He brings them joy with all their toys, Which lasts the whole year through. He sits them on his friendly knee And asks them what they like, Some say trains, some say games, While others want a bike. And on the night of Christmas eve, While all the children sleep, Old Santa creeps into their rooms, And makes their dreams complete. en in the early morning While Mum and Dad sleep on, e children open all their toys, And sing a merry song. Now Christmas day is over, And Santa leaves for home, But don’t forget a year from now, He’ll be back but not alone. He lives somewhere in Lapland, Where reindeer roam and play, And the snow comes down like crystals, en melts away in May. I CAN’T FLY! by Dorothy Lockyer© Mother Blackbird laid her eggs, one, two three Her nest hidden deep within the Yew tree. She turned her eggs daily and kept them warm Popped out at times to dig worms from the lawn. Early one day a gentle tapping was heard Shells cracked open, ‘tis the birth of a bird. Now both parents must search for their food ree little chicks are in hungry mood! ey grew big and strong on worms, ies and bugs For a special treat some big juicy slugs! eir feathers have grown, time to leave the nest And put their new wings to a ying test. But one of the chicks said “I just can’t y” Come said the Mother you really must try. It isn’t safe to stay on the ground You really must learn to y around. I’m frightened; everything’s so big and high I’m really not up to learning to y! Come said the Mother, we’ll do it together Open your wings and trust each new feather. He apped and bounced, then upward ew Gaining more height as his con dence grew. Well done said his Mum, the family cheer We are all proud that you have mastered your fear! Forbidden Fruit! by David K Wilson© First the attraction then the reaction And the feeling it was always meant to be The greeting then the meeting Then weekly sharing coffee or a tea The little ruses the lame excuses Pretending it always meant to be Working every day hotel rooms far away Sangria sun and sand beside the sea Decisions then to make Correcting your mistake Two people soon it could be three There’ll be hurt there’ll be pain There’ll be feelings of pure strain Lies are simply flowing now for free An affair of the heart is tearing you apart You question, was really meant to be? Hurt is in her eyes and your own you can’t disguise Not believing now it was it ever meant to be? But you didn’t plan it to end this way She’s in your thoughts both night and day She’s as sweet as any blossom on any tree You’re awake most every night As you try to justify your plight But remember It was Eve who picked that apple off the tree! THE CLOCK by Maura Kelly© As another day begins to dawn A piercing sound I hear It is the clock beside my bed at screams at me so near And as I place my hand upon it To block its constant cry e noise is stopped at once – hooray! So I lay down and sigh But as I snuggle deep within e comfort of my bed e motion of the clock I hear ‘Get up, you’re not yet dead’ Tick tock, tick tock e rhythm of the clock As the time of day is racing by I shout out loud ‘please stop’ But the clock it does not listen It covers up its ears So once again I raise my voice ‘Be quiet, I’m sleeping here’ en the clock becomes de ant As time is on its side And as its hands turn round and round I slide down the bed to hide But even in the darkness Trapped and all alone e calling of the clock surrounds me In the bedroom of my home And so we start to argue As it tries to get its way ‘Get out of bed you lazy thing Get dressed and start your day’ is clock it does annoy me But what is it I can do? en suddenly a thought pops up I’ll drop it down the loo! en its petty voice can’t wake me In the early morning light And work will be a distant dream As I roll over and say ‘goodnight’! Roller Coaster Rider by David K Wilson© He looks back over early years Early days and times He wishes he were right back there So young so fit and fine Alas the years have rolled on Like a roller coaster ride Back then his head was in the clouds He could walk a tightrope line Life’s roller coaster travels on Uncaring of the years No thought spared for ageing riders Tomorrow holds no fear But the rider’s days and fearless ways Are lodged now in the past The simplest things prove hazardous As the days file slowly past There’s the fear of going into town Or walking when the sun goes down The driving licence is no more Since the crash into that shop front door Arthritis now is running wild Dreams are that of a little child And the roller coaster travels on Just one more page in life’s sweet song For the roller coaster journeys end The buffers beckon its time again A bell rings loud and wheels turn slow He looks around which way to go? The brakes they squeal on one last bend No more climbs or steep descends Signposts points the way to go Dependent on each lifetime show The rider’s days and fearless ways Are lodged now in the past And memories streamed will be viewed once more As fears grow thick and fast! WHERE AM I? by Maura Kelly© I look into the mirror But what is it that I see? e person that I once did know No longer looks at me Where are you I now ask of them? You’ve le me all alone e face that I once recognised Now lost within my bones For somewhere they are lurking Behind that sad façade Not willing to reveal themselves To a face that’s now turned hard e look that I once had when young No longer in my sights For the life that I have lived so far Diminished all its light e greying of my golden locks e weakness in my eyes e drooping of my muscles Sagging esh now gently lies e wrinkles and the furrows Shadows growing over time e aging of a face I loved Now showing all the signs But there is nothing I can do to stop e onslaught of this sin My looks have changed forever And so have I within Send your poems to us at 2 High Street, Hythe, Southampton SO45 6AH or email: editor@herald-publishing.co.uk 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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