Herald - Issue 414

28th October 2021 • The HERALD • Page 69 v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 18TH NOVEMBER v 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. 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HERALD RECRUITMENT Poets Corner BRITISH WINTER TIME by Vic Lee What a Guy by Marlene Parmenter TOO YOUNG TO DIE by Jim Dolbear IT’S TIME TO ALTER ALL THE CLOCKS WE DO IT TWICE A YEAR WHY WE STILL DO IT ISN’T REALLY CLEAR PUT THEM BACK OR FORWARD I CAN NEVER REMEMBER WHICH BUT THE ONE THING I AM SURE OF IT NEVER GOES WITHOUT A HITCH WHY DO WE HAVE TO KEEP DOING IT I HAVEN’T GOT A CLUE IT REALLY GETS UP MY NOSE AND THE AIR TURNS QUITE BLUE JUST WHEN YOU THINK YOU HAVE FINISHED AND YOU HAVE DONE THEM ALL YOU SUDDENLY REMEMBER THE ONE HANGING IN THE HALL NOT BOTHERING TO GET THE STEPS YOU BALANCE ON SOME CHAIRS THEN THEY TOPPLE OVER AND YOU BANG YOUR HEAD ON THE STAIRS WITH THE BLOOD RUNNING DOWN YOUR FACE FROM THE DEEP GASH ON YOUR HEAD YOU WISHED YOU SAID FORGET THE CLOCKS AND STAYED IN BED INSTEAD Remember, remember, at poor guy called Guy. I know his actions were wrong. I’m not trying to justify. As I stand and watch Him melt in the re, I feel he was a man Whom I quite admire. We could do with him now, For those fools that rule. at ght and squabble Like kids from Pre school. Perhaps not with gunpowder, Even though they’re a farce. Just a couple of rockets To put up their arse! HALLOWEEN by Vic Lee TONIGHT IT IS HALLOWEEN, A NIGHT FULL OF TRICKS AND TREATS, OF GHOSTS GHOULS AND PUMPKINS AND BUCKETS FULL OF SWEETS. MYTHICAL CREATURES LIKE WITCHES, ON THEIR MAGIC BROOMS, BATS IN THE GRAVEYARDS, FLYING AMONG THE TOMBS. KIDS DRESSED IN GHOULISH OUTFITS, THEY LOOK A SCARY SIGHT, TRICK OR TREAT THEY SHOUT, AS YOU RECOVER FROM THE FRIGHT. PUMPKINS WITH LIGHTED CANDLES, CAST THEIR FLICKERING LIGHT, CAUSING GHOSTLY SHADOWS, IN THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT. WHEN ITS ALL OVER, AND YOU RETIRE TO YOUR BED, YOU HOPE TO DREAM BUT THEN YOU SCREAM, YOU HAVE A NIGHTMARE INSTEAD. SOLDIER SOLDIER MARCHING TO WAR, WITH MOTHER WAVING FROM THE DOOR. WITHIN HER HEART A SILENT PRAYER, FROM TREMLING LIPS, “PLEASE TAKE CARE”. SOLDIER SOLDIER YOU ARE JUST EIGHTEEN, OFF TO FIGHT FOR YOU KING AND QUEEN. SO YOUR COUNTRY CAN LIVE IN PEACE, TO WIN THE WAR SO CONFLICTS CEASE. SOLDIER SOLDIER IS LAYING THERE, WITH BLOOD MATTING HIS BLONDE HAIR. A MOTHERS SON IS NOW AT REST, THE COUNTRYS YOUTH HAS DONE HIS BEST. SOLDIER SOLDIER SO YOUNG AND BRAVE, WITH BARE HEADS BOWING AT YOUR GRAVE. THOUSANDS OF MEN THEIR LIVES TO GIVE. ALAS THEY HAVE DIED SO WE CAN LIVE. SOLDIER SOLDIER YOUR DEED IS DONE, THE LAST POST PLAYS, SILENT THE GUN. PEACE HAS COME TO THE POPPY FIELD, WHERE YOUNG MEN DIED, THEY WOULD NOT YIELD. ON LAND, SEA, AND IN THE AIR, THEY KEPT US SAFE WITHIN THEIR CARE. TWILIGHT by Dorothy Lockyer Twilight comes at the end of the day As the last sun’s rays fade away. The day shift is over, all is still Perhaps it’s time to take up my quill! In the twilight a quietness pervades Nature plays different serenades The hoot of the owl seeking his prey The bark of the fox, and a distant bray. Rustles in the hedgerow of mouse or vole Slight movement of the earth by a passing mole. The patter of feet and snuffling grunt The hedgehog trots by on his evening hunt. The spring of the deer as they leap with joy When through the day they’re shy and coy. Aerial displays as the bats duck and dive It’s so good to see these creatures thrive. As the twilight fades and night is born Darkness shrouds the earth until the dawn The glow of the moon fades slowly away And thus begins another day! TINY FEET by Jennifer Jones Since my first trip to Lepe my tiny feet have grown, The sun was smiling down on me as I crossed the stones. My tiny feet didn’t groan about the pointy stones they were too eager to meet the sea to stop and moan! Now, my feet are a pain and constantly complain. But, whenever I return to Lepe I always find my tiny feet! I’m looking through some photographs, of times passed long ago, Memories of loved ones, in sepia right here on show. Kit bagged lads at the station, nervous laughter in their eyes, Good old boys in rocking chairs, under summer skies. Then one special photograph, crumpled but still clean, Taken of Great Granddad, a tall man dark and lean. And more of the same old fellow, in views all over town, Where in photos faded to sepia, he’s waiting for the sun to go down. Great Granddad was a lamplighter, lighting lamps this part of town, Snuffing them out at sunrise, relighting as the sun went down. Working all winter and summer, in sunshine snow and in rain, Happy to earn a few coppers, never heard to complain. A way of life to be proud of, people respected his ways, He knew just about everybody, was seen most every day. I would like to have knownGreat Granddad, and watched him around the town, Attending to all his old streetlamps, as he waited for the sun to go down. Waiting for Sunset by David K Wilson