16th February 2023 • The HERALD • Page 77 v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 9TH MARCH 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. To enquire in the first instance, please email: schooltransportsouthampton@gmail.com Poets Corner HERALD RECRUI TMENT I am a Little Duck by Vic Lee I am a little duck And I live here on the farm, In a pond with a fence round it So you humans don’t come to any harm. I like to talk to the other animals When they come down for a drink, I like to get their views on life And hear exactly what they think. Now the goose thinks he’s better than us With his feathers all clean and white, So we throw some mud at him And then start, a good old mud fight. Oh! Here comes old Ned the horse His head held high with pride, All because once a week He gives the farmer’s wife a ride. Then here comes the big old boar With the three little pigs, Followed by old nanny goat Along with her kids. Now their stirring up all the mud It’s always the same when there’s a crowd, We should have a sign made up Keep out! “Only ducks allowed”. I wish I was a mobile phone Always in demand, never alone Although it doesn’t have a heart e mobile phone is very smart! “I love my mobile phone” I hear Evidence shows, that’s very clear Each phone held in a tender hand Or joined to the ear via plastic strand. It talks, takes pictures, sends a text Plays tunes, answers questions that vex. Sits on the table when you dine Far more important than a glass of wine! Nobody listens when you speak ey type away like an ancient Greek Or enjoying music piped into the ear Human communication gone, I fear! Yes, I wish I was a mobile phone My voice would be a ringing tone Excitement would grip the hand that held me No longer invisible or feeling lonely! Can’t believe the time has gone so quick! And now it’s here I’m feeling sick, My heads got an ache, my face is flushed! Because everything this morning was done in a rush… I sit there quietly and wait for my name… It’s only a checkup, they’ll be no pain! A voice from the door says Hello, come in.. And there he stands with a cheeky wide grin…. Hello he says, how are you today, Oh! it’s the best day ever, what else could I say! Anything hurting, fallen out or broke? He doesn’t actually mean this, it’s only a joke… I sit in the chair, the light comes down, I put on the goggles, he can’t see my frown, Open wide, he has a prod around! All is good, your teeth are sound.. Thank goodness for that, and now for the clean, Silly me worrying it’s gone like a dream! Out I go to pay the price! I don’t care what it costs my dentist is nice… Come back again in six months time, Don’t eat any toffees and you will be fine! What a relief this appointment is done, Now I can treat myself and have that cream bun! A Mobile Phone by Dorothy Lockyer CAN’T BELIEVE by Margaret Bell… Goodbye dear friend, Faithful to the end, You never let me down. Stayed by my side, Always there to guide Could chase away a frown. Come rain or pour You were at the door To welcome me each day. With head on knee You would let me see at you would never stray. We’d walk for miles Over elds and stiles You were good company. You are gone alas And though time will pass Memories will stay with me. Who can you tell When you lose a pal And time seems to stand still. You carry on Although they are gone Forget them you never will. He’s old and he’s weary But he still makes the journey A long drawn out pilgrimage By road rail and sea Every spring without fail In whatever conditions However he’s feeling It just has to be Every year on the same day He re-joins his old friend Mates in the regiment Friends long before Until one single bullet One moment of carelessness And his best mate was taken Out of the war As he stand’s at the graveside He’s back in the regiment Back on the front line Back in the war His best mate he’s stood there Right there beside him Two grand old soldiers One passed long before He explains to his old friend How life has got harder His wife she has gone now His kids moved away He’s feeling quite old Life is a struggle Yet his mate’s still as young As he was yesterday He’s glad the suns shining And the trees are in blossom That the snowdrops and crocus Are in flower once again As he makes his way back To the Normandy shoreline He asks, what made us think? It could never happen again! NORMANDY SHORELINE by David K Wilson THIS LOVELY LADY by Linda May ere is this lady I go to see She looks back on her life and her family is lady will be shortly one hundred and one In her life there was lots of sadness and lots of fun She has been through the last war and remembers it well A couple of near misses when the bombs fell She worked hard through her life with happiness and strife Lots of ups and downs Some smiles and some frowns If you knew her, your heart she would win She keeps going, never gives in is lovely lady whose name is Kathleen Last year she had a card from the Queen. MANS BEST FRIEND by Jim Dolbear Such drear, dreary days, from cheery Christmas sights, knitting together ritual ways, to sombre, oh so lengthy, winter nights. But look more closely at the frozen ground, still locked in winters grip, most precious of Nature’s Crowns, a Snowdrop, with green tips abound. February by Carole Dear
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