Herald - Issue 387

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HERALD Free Ads * Poets Corner RENNAISANCE by Dennis Bryant Mothers Nature by Marlene Parmenter Feelings of Passion by David K Wilson It begins with a feeling of passion And the passion grows into a dream e dream grows strong igniting the song With Easter the heart of its theme Jesus died in the guise of a human He still speaks the things we should know Yet we ignore his truths From the rst days of youth So sad but it’s always been so But wonders still today happen Miracles day a er day He’s no threat to mankind Yet we’re jealous and blind As his words speak truths every day e price that he paid that rst Easter Allows every soul to be free Free to walk on A er this life is gone In his heaven for eternity So pay heed to that feeling of passion Let the passion grow into a dream Let the dream grow strong And ignite e Lords song Let Jesus be the heart and its theme! Catkins and daffodils, celandine aglow May blossom bursting along the hedgerow. The early March sunshirn is waking the Spring And urging the thrush and the blackbird to sing. Woodpeckers hammering, finches aflute, Squirrels helter skelter in constant pursuit. The world is awaking to fresh smells and sounds And everywhere new birth and new growth abounds. Crocus and snowdrop colour each verge And every tree changes as green shoots emerge. This annual renaissance is showing each day That Summer’s warm we ather is well on the way. How can I compare your love? Perhaps as to a summers day, e breeze against my face Blowing my troubles all away. e ancient old oak tree Deep rooted and so strong, A thrush upon the bough, Rejoicing with its song. e bravest little snowdrop. Boldly bursting into spring Relying on the warmth e midday sun will bring. Or the gentle silent snow ake at melts into your skin, Disappearing without a trace Creating a precious glow within. It is as sweet as pure honey. Freshly taken from the bee, More intense than the brightest star Lasting for eternity. Mother Nature has given all To love and protect her earth, And as for your maternal love Words cannot express its worth. For Richard by M Dolding Cupped hands, a mimicked hoot of steam evokes the keen, majestic beauty of a great machine. Its ery belly stoked, a hissing shroud, billows of smoke, cloud and obscure the waiting crowd. Rushing to board they must be eet cases settled in the rack, a physical feat! A lucky traveller sinks into the window seat uniquely fragranced with the must of years of smoke smuts blended with ash dust. A whistle blows, doors slam, ag waves, the oiled pistons thrust the engine forward from a gradual slide into a throbbing, rhythmic stride carrying its load across the countryside. How sad the demise of the Lady in red At one hundred and four she took to her bed. So sad that she ended her life with a fall But alas that day will come to us all! No more will we read of her fashionable wear Nor her verve for life be allowed to share. But perhaps Margaret Bell has other friends To regale us with some other gems! FAREWELL! by Dorothy Lockyer He gave a pint of blood today, Then on the street he went his way. He never thought of black or white, But to save a life that it might. For no matter what a mans creed, There blood still runs red when they bleed. To hate the colour of a mans skin, Is not a world worth living in. Hate is a failing of mankind, One may lead, others follow blind. But there comes a reckoning day, For we all have a price to pay. The man you hate and give out strife, May give his blood to save your life. So think before you shout and boo, You could have been a different hue. Nana are you alright in there? Yes I’m fine darling, I love that you care.. Nana would you like me to give you a hand? No Nana is fine, everything is just grand! Nana! Would you like to sit with me? There is no better place I would like to be... Let’s think of something we can do today, Or we can go in the garden and just play.. Nana! Where is the ball that bounces high! I think you lost it, remember you cried.. I think it bounced way over the fence! If we find it Nana it will save a few pence.. Let’s have a look - that fence has a crack! I’m behind you nana, I’ve got your back.. Just be safe and stay close by.. But if we don’t find it please don’t cry! I won’t cry Nana I’m a big boy! And then maybe we could find another toy, Whatever we do we will have some fun! If you want Nana we could go for a run!! Ooooh! A run today was not on the list, Just think of all the fun things you would miss! A new ball we’ll buy that bounces high... Up with the birds and up to the sky! I’d like that Nana it would make me smile.. And then we could sit and rest a while! That sounds like a good plan to me.. And we can finish the day with cake and tea!! Nana Are You Alright In There? by Margaret Bell Blood Brothers by Jim Dolbear Baggage by Warwick Smith I trundle it here and I trundle it there, My burden is heavy but people just stare. e journey is long for I have far to go So it’s not unexpected my movements are slow. Bystanders laugh, for they nd me amusing. I watch their reaction and feel it confusing; But they cannot know all the anguish I feel, How my world is eroding, part false and part real. What use is the package of tablets I take? My doctor persuades me they’re not a mistake. But I know very well I am losing myself. Friends have all gone and I’m le on the shelf. My sense of direction reveals I’m misled By that horrible voice that comes out of my head. In desperation I ask someone, anyone, to relieve me of my burden.