Herald - Issue 401

v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 18TH FEBRUARY v 28th January 2021 • The HERALD • Page 57 Poets Corner PART TIME SCHOOL RUN DRIVERS REQUIRED We are currently looking for new drivers to fill rewarding, part time roles in our busy, family run business. We specialise in transporting disabled and vulnerable children and young adults with a range of special needs to school’s across Hampshire. All applicants must be physically fit, 100% reliable and punctual with a pleasant attitude towards others. A New Forest District Council Private Hire License would be an advantage, however, we can help you obtain this. In return we offer good rates of pay and a reliable and well maintained company vehicle. Our working days are Monday-Friday and approximately 17-20 hours per week during term times. These positions may suit retired or semi-retired persons but all applicants are welcome. To enquire in the first instance, please email: tccsoton@gmail.com HERALD RECRUITMENT Rejected Christmas Gift by Dorothy P Lockyer Not long ago I was a smart looking bear In a shop window, sat in a rocking chair Able to see people as they came to shop Watching their antics and even eaves drop! My fur is rich brown, my nose is quite black I enjoy eating honey or any tasty snack My eyes like glass buttons, twinkle, and shine You could say that this bear is in his prime! Look said the mother to the child at her side As she pointed to me, I felt a surge of pride A perfect gift, what a delightful bear I know just the person who’ll give him love and care! Price tag removed, I was wrapped and sold I was handled with care as if I were gold Then hidden away until the time was right It was a bit grim without any light! I passed the time by having a long snooze But woke with a start on hearing the news I was to be wrapped in paper bright red and green Until not one part of me could be seen! Placed under the pine tree with twinkling lights Excitement and noise gave me quite a fright Put into the arms of a small wee child Who ripped the red and green paper, then smiled! For a short while I was cuddled and stroked. Alas, then thrown in the air and pushed and poked. There were other toys more pleasing than me I was tossed away, fell back under the tree! I was the Christmas gift that didn’t quite fit Unloved, abandoned, in an old toy box I sit. My rich brown fur, dull, the sparkle gone from my eye Maybe one day, I’ll be rediscovered, I sigh! Ellen Mary by Harry Pearce, Age 10 ere is a old woman, Called Ellen Mary. She was born, In February But this woman, Called Ellen Mary, Was not really pretty As a fairy. She was a warrior, A real good ghter. She even made , e sun look brighter. So even if She’s quite contrary. e annoying person, Is Ellen Mary. I have a little problem With the metric measure, It never really mattered ‘Til now we’re under pressure. My Hubby said it was like two yards, But that is not exact, And I feel some of the worried people Would stab me in the back. So now I have a rod Exactly two metres long. And I take it everywhere I go So I cannot go wrong. But sometimes when I’m queuing It may come to pass, at when I get me rod out I poke it up their ass !!! 2 METRES by Marlene Parmenter An informal greeting on the street A cancelled journey a chance to meet Coffee in a place nearby Passing time both feeling high She talks about planned holidays This year last year time away You learn that she arranges flights To sun kissed islands balmy nights You both walk back to platform nine She hopes the train will run on time For once you’d rather it ran late You haven’t asked her for a date No ring upon her gorgeous hand She will for sure be in demand You near her station time to go Courage needed cards on show My number, I thought you’d never ask Her card and details a simple task So engrossed you forgot the day Then you spot the roses on display Time too short don’t hesitate Guide her to the exit gate And the salesman on the red rose stand Valentines Day and they’re in demand You buy and hand her one red rose She visibly tingles head to toe She says, tomorrow don’t be late As you both pass through the exit gate From an informal greeting on the street Two strangers found a chance to meet Two lonely souls on platform nine Love arriving right on time! PLATFORM NINE by David K Wilson The character in this poem is purely fictional I had reached three score years, Technology was passing me by. So I thought about night school, With computers I would try. I went to the local college, And found a tutor, told him of my plan. e tutor looked at me and said, “Do you really think you can”? He gave me some paper, Also a computer questionnaire en he pointed to a desk, And said, “You'd better sit over there” I looked at the questions, ey said, what is mega bite, mouse and ram. I sat and scratched my head, e questions seemed quite easy so I began. Mega bite is a big mac, A mouse you catch with a trap and cheese, A ram is a male sheep, en it was, “Hand in your papers please” I gave in my paper, And stood waiting as the tutor read. en he looked up saying, “Take up line dancing instead”. After the Band by David K Wilson COMPUTER EXPERT by Jim Dolbear After the band had stopped playing And after the lights had grown dim I noticed you looking deep into his eyes And I wished it were me and not him I’ve loved you for always and ever Since that very first moment that day When you stepped through the door, I was just twenty-four You were shy I had too much to say We agreed we’d be soul mates forever And we have been right up to this day But I noticed you looking deep into his eyes I love you what more can I say The patterns of life they are changing True values seem things of the past I should have told you before what I knew to be true You were always my first and my last Please think long and hard before hurting He may not be all that he seems It may seem like romance, but romance can fade He may not be the man of your dreams I am but simple and awkward But you know deep inside how I care And you know that I’ll always love you How I long for that love to be shared But after the band had stopped playing And after the lights had grown dim I noticed you looking deep into his eyes And I wished it were me and not him! 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