Herald - Issue 418

27th January 2022 • The HERALD • Page 69 v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 17TH FEBRUARY v 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: schooltransportsouthampton@gmail.com HERALD RECRUITMENT Two People (The Valentines Dance!) by David K Wilson He stood at the edge of the dance oor Trying to look so discreet A glass in his hand so casual No one that he’d planned to meet Friends moved onto the dance oor e romantic music now loud e band enjoying the moment Playing along to the crowd It took just a look ‘cross the dance oor One look was all it would be He moved away she moved away Praying they soon would be free He edged his way round the dancers Crowding all over the oor Until he was standing beside her As she chatted to friends like before He moved in close, said excuse me May I have this next dance with you? She smiled at him a beautiful smile Saying, I had planned to ask you! ey danced together the last dance So slow so lovely and true eir a air began with the last dance He said, “I’m in love with you” From two lonely people so far apart To two lonely souls and two longing hearts Until a meeting of eyes on the dance oor Now two people are seldom apart! I DON’T UNDERSTAND by Dorothy Lockyer There’s More to Being a Bricklayer than just Laying Bricks by Vic Lee I wanted to become a bricklayer And work on a construction site, But rst I had to go to college To learn, how to do it right. I didn’t want to be just a bricky I wanted to be the best, So I studied really hard And excelled at every test. Dressed in my working clothes And wearing my hi-vis vest, With my sun tanned body Showing o my hairy chest. Wearing my steel toe cap safety boots And my skin tight blue jeans, Not only could I ll your building needs But I could feature in your dreams. FAST HARE TO THE FAIR by Jim Dolbear Little Gordon Grundy by Margaret Bell Little Gordon Grundy really hates going to school, He moans at his mum on school days saying she is really cruel! He wouldn’t clean his teeth or comb his messed up hair, Screaming at his mum that his life was so unfair! He wouldn’t eat his breakfast he says he wants sh and chips, If he can’t have this on a plate right now no food will touch his lips! Gordon you have to eat before you go to school.. What I want is sh and chips and not this milky gruel…. No sh and chips did he have, he had a piece of toast, He dragged his bag and stamped his feet, it’s not what he had hoped, His caring mum would say to him schools only six hours a day, I don’t care he would shout out loud and be sulking all the way! Why do I have to go to school with only two days o , All children have to go to school whether they like it or not, It’s still not fair Gordon cried I want to stay with you, But that’s not possible Gordon - mummy’s working too. Before you even know it, it will be time to come back home, Having learnt lots of things, stu you’d never have known, en Gordon’s friends came over and gave him a big high ve! Gave his mum a kiss goodbye and said I will survive!! e hare said to the tortoise “you’re rather slow, You take your time wherever you go. I’m faster than you we do not compare, I’ll see you soon I’m off to the fair”. So o went the hare with a leap and a bound, en in the distance was the fair ground. He soon covered the miles then smiled with delight, To see everything shining so bright. en to his surprise he saw tortoise near by, He scratched his head and gave a sigh. e tortoise smiled and said, “Hare whats all the fuss, My mate frog drives a number five bus. It’s all being well to be fast on your feet, To use your brain it’s never been beat”. I am six years old and a refugee Living in a tent with my family It is windy and wet and oh so cold But it will get better, so I am told But, I don’t understand! I lived in a house, before we came here I went to school and friends lived near We played with our toys and had great fun And I could do errands to help my Mum Now, I don’t understand! I was wakened from sleep by a huge BOOM I was shaking with fear. So was my room ere was shouting and crying, screams as well Bang a er bang as more of the bombs fell Why? I don’t understand! We le behind everything that we had Walking miles, feeling hungry, tired and sad We reached the border, but had to move on Just not wanted and told to be gone But I don’t understand! I tried to be brave, but my feet were sore When my shoes were removed, bleeding and raw But on we must go, we’ve nowhere to stay Wherever we go, we are turned away Why? I don’t understand! We live in this village, tents everywhere No one talks or laughs, they just sit and stare I’m not very clean, have very few clothes But I’m constantly told, have lots of foes But I don’t understand! I have no Country, it has been destroyed. What have I done to have everything spoiled? I have lost my name, I’m called refugee Will someone show a small kindness to me? Because I don’t understand! SEND YOUR POEMS TO 2 HIGH STREET, HYTHE SO45 6AH