9th January 2025 • The HERALD • Page 73 v INDEPENDENT, LOCAL AND PROUD v Poets Corner SELF-EMPLOYED GARDENERS REQUIRED We’re looking for a number of additional gardeners to help us provide a gardening service to a large number of residents across the Waterside. We offer competitive rates of pay & support across the gardening season. To apply or find out more, please call or email Waterside Community Fund 7 Drummond Court, Hythe SO45 6HD Tel : 023 8084 1305 Email : adminoffice@watersidecommunityfund.org.uk HERALD RECRUITMENT Absent Friends by Isobel Smith© Why should it be That we can drift apart Those absent friends Still held within my heart. Those friends from school Long hours we often shared Old memories pull And show how much we cared. In adult life Companions come and go Through joy and strife Life’s tides that ebb and flow. I can’t do much But hope my thoughts of each Reach out and touch Like waves, the pebbles on a beach. To have you all together One more time Would be a joy forever “Absent friends of mine”. After Christmas by David K Wilson© The long awaited day slips by Gone in the blinking of an eye Some feel sadness others sigh Another wonderful Christmas passed But there’s still the cake and a few mince pies Salad leaves though limp and dry Cheese and ham and loads of jam Not to mention a lot of turkey Some gifts still remain beneath the tree For auntie’s uncles even one for me Cards that seem to have got away Unsent still today The trees dropped needles everywhere On the carpet even on the stair But the lights aren’t going anywhere As they wink their last goodbyes Flowers for the Hospice by Marian Connolly© NEW YEAR by Dorothy Lockyer© e clock ticks on, to the end of the year Resolutions to make as the time draws near. A New Year, a clean page, what will unfold? Will we dri along or will our steps be bold? Every day will be precious, live it well. Enjoy each moment, make memories to tell. Reach out to others in their hour of need, Touching someone’s life with a kindly deed! A fresh New Year, such potential awaits As we close o the old, open new gates. Go forth with con dence, with hope, not fear, I wish you all a very Happy New Year! WITH THANKS TO FATHER CHRISTMAS His aunt has sent him a knitted bobble hat. His sister’s first attempt at gloves and it’s his turn for nans scarf. Mum tells him to write a letter to thank Father Christmas. by Jim Dolbear© ank you Father Christmas For my red bobble hat. I wore it yesterday, Friends said I looked a prat. e gloves you also sent me, wasn’t what I really planned. By the way dear Santa, ere’s not six ngers on each hand. e scarf is eight feet long, You’ve dropped a stitch or two. Black and pink is not quite me, I’d rather had it blue. I’m not being ungrateful, but didn’t you get my note. I asked for a football, and a model sailing boat. World of Legends by David K Wilson© Hidden valleys emerald green Verdant forests unspoiled unseen Footprints in the virgin snow Reflections in the sunset’s glow Leading upwards to a cave As silent as an un-kept grave Kneel to drink from crystal stream In a world of legends world of dreams Moonbeams on a silver sea Pathways of light that dare to be Beckoning lost souls from the deep To walk the path new ways to seek To step once more on sandy shore Seeking names that are no more Searching for a long lost grave A place to rest a soul to save Ripples on the sand so fine Palm trees casting shade divine Mountains gleaming white with snow Basking in the sunsets glow A million planets moons and stars Born long ago still traveling far Stardust falls on salty seas Planet Earth its destiny Look around you any day See this world another way Sometimes things just pass us by Unseen through our blinkered eyes Wonder at the sky so blue Jet-black as night is passing through Look again through focused eyes Ignorance is a poor disguise And see the footprints in the snow Bask in the orange sunset’s glow Kneel to drink from crystal stream In a world of legends world of dreams To make me think of sunshine ey brighten up my day, Even if the skies are grey they chase my blues away. e owers are sold To help nd a cure, For people who are ill, So as I gaze upon them, ere, on my windowsill, I thank the good Lord up above For giving me good health, So I can help somebody While cheering up myself. It’s still a day to beat other days The meaning true it remains always The baby stable and star above A virgin birth so filled with love I breathe a sigh collapse into a chair No plans to go anywhere Christmas is over said and done I hope it brought you love and at least a little fun I bought a little sun ower and then a da odil, And put them in a pretty vase on my windowsill, en each time that I went shopping, I bought another ower, For looking at them every day I found they had the power,
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