27th October 2022 • The HERALD • Page 77 v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 17TH NOVEMBER v HERALD RECRUI TMENT 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 Poets Corner BEING PERFECT by F Oliver It is hard to be perfect but I try, It is hard to be perfect with the wind and the rain, It is hard to be perfect but I try, It is hard to be perfect with the tides and the seasons, It is hard to be perfect but I try. Waking the Dead by Marlene Parmenter It is that time of year, I can feel it in me bones. And I can hear my friends With their groans and their moans. We look forward to this day, When we party all night long . Where we rattle and stumble And sing our eerie song. e song of the dead Will mess with your head Exploding into your ears. e song of the dead Will ll you with dread Arousing your horri c fears. For we are the Zombies. e Hounds of Hell. Full of dark evil And a putre ed smell. We are such creatures at when we come into sight, Lurking out of the shadows, You will be paralysed with fright. Feel the breath on your neck As we prepare to sink in. To ll us with blood From that all tempting skin. e terror is real. You can’t move your feet. But you do have a choice. It’s Trick or Treat Vote For Guy Fawkes by Marlene Parmenter Bon res and reworks And burning the guy, In honour of poor Fawkes, I’m wondering why. For when you look back Did he deserve what he got? Or should he have a medal For the incredible plot. is moment in time To me it seems clear, I think it would be A tempting idea. Nana are you alright in there? Yes I’m ne darling, I love that you care, Nana would you like me to give you a hand? No Nana is ne, everything’s just grand… Nana would you like to sit with me? ere 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 nd 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 nd it please don’t cry… I won’t cry Nana I’m a big boy! And then maybe we could nd 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 high in the sky.. I’d like that Nana it would make me smile, And then we could sit and rest a while, at sounds like the perfect plan to me, And we can nish our day with cake and tea. Nana Are You Alright in There? by Margaret Bell Orange Eiderdowns by David K Wilson Almost imperceptibly, summer slips away Slowly and so gradually, on time without delay Suddenly its autumn, nature’s pallet fills with dreams As all the colours of the rainbow, each create a different theme Shades of red and burnished gold, Hidden treasure troves unfold Yellows mixed with gold’s and browns, Burnt oranges like eiderdowns Carpets on the woodland floor An ever-open welcome door Where fungi flourish in the leaves A feast for some yet some deceive Nature’s bounty knows no end Chestnuts ripen and descend Acorns scattered on the ground Squirrel peeping looking ‘round Holly berries change to red Ready for the days ahead The mistletoe’s white berries glow Hiding secrets no one knows On nature’s changing pallet, summer turns to fall Endowed with many choices, she loves autumn most of all Autumn is her favourite child Sheer beauty, pretty, meek and mild As her waterfalls of colour Bring an end to summer days Shades of red and burnished gold Where hidden treasure troves unfold Yellows mixed with gold’s and browns Burnt oranges like eiderdowns My Friend’s Husband by Lee Owers My friend’s husband is a gentleman. He will do jobs for me whenever he can. He will take out rubbish and leave by my gate While my heart beats at a very fast rate He’s there for me whenever I call Perhaps he will stay and paint my hall. at’s carrying this a bit too far; it’s too much for him. I know he doesn’t work out down at the gym He helps me out whenever he can He will always be my action man! Send in your poems by post: 2 High Street, Hythe, Southampton SO45 6AH or by email: editor@herald-publishing.co.uk Pumpkins Alight by Margaret Bell Pumpkins alight with faces aglow… Smiley ones and frightening ones all on show, Standing in the window for all to see… No charge for looking it’s all for free! Children dressed up in all kinds of clothes, Little girls in dresses with ribbons and bows, Boys also dressed up and wearing scary masks, Trick or treat is what they will ask! Halloween parties with bright coloured food, Spiders on cobwebs, ghosts and ghouls! Better be ready for the knock on your door, Could be one trickster or maybe more… Chain up your gates if you don’t want to be tricked, Or hand out the goodies that you have picked! These kid friendly monsters will accept your treat, Little humans like these could never be beat
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