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To enquire in the first instance, please email: schooltransportsouthampton@gmail.com HERALD RECRUI TMENT Poets Corner NEW LIFE by Dorothy Lockyer © Supermarket Shopping (with Attitude) by Mike Bennett© You can’t help but notice new life bursting forth As we ease from the biting winds from the North. Trees that were lifeless, losing their skeletal looks Inviting nesting boughs for the crows and rooks Magnolia, Forsythia, colours reverb Camelias, their red and pink blooms superb A splash of golden daffodils, primroses too As hard as I listen, I haven’t heard the cuckoo. The trill of the wren, the melodic thrush Birds looking for nest sites, in such a rush. Frogs have made it to the garden pond to spawn. Secreted in the field a mother deer and her fawn. An awakening, a buzz, not just the bee It is Spring, new life surrounds us, for all to see. A 34B? I’ve been one for years; You’ve measured me wrong I’m sorry, my dears. A 44F? Page three in e Sun; Your inch tape’s got stretched You need a new one. A 34B – that’s always been me; I hand over a bit, But it ts to a ‘T’. A 34B – I don’t need to look; It’s under some strain, But it’s ne in my book. My 34B – now it’s passed the test; My husband says it Gives my knee caps a rest! Like the biscuits and chips Those tortillas and dips Yes it’s true I’ve gone out on a limb Since last shopping it’s gone all hi-tech So I’m floored and I think for a sec’ I’ve no cash and no card This makes payment quite hard Cos they’ve told me they won’t take a cheque So the goods I will just have to leave I can’t pay and I’ve no wish to thieve So I’ve wasted my time In itself that’s a crime I’ll tell wifey – she’ll never believe But the funny side wifey can’t see And I freeze, she looks daggers at me Thought she might blow a fuse Or my life I might lose When I asked her “Love, what is for tea?” Always looking up by Jim Dolbear© Mr Fox by Margaret Bell© I like to save the serviettes You know the sort I mean The thick expensive type That don’t move off your knee I also save the little sugar packs But can never find a single one, They lurk in my coat pocket Until they’re all but gone. I never tire of this Despite what family say They always end up asking me So I’m useful in my way... HOARDING by Carole Dear © Ode to a 34B by Isobel Smith© My wife has been working non-stop So she’s asked me to go down the shop It’s not really my scene And it’s years since I’ve been Must admit I’ve been caught on the hop To ensure that there’s nothing I’ve missed She’s presented me with a long list Though my spirits just sank Brownie points I could bank So my arm, there was no need to twist So I’d better get gone or she’ll nag Just as soon as I’ve finished me fag Some advice she has shared She said “Go well prepared And don’t spend 10p on a bag” I’m in luck as I’ve found the last trolley But to take it has proved sheer folly The wheels jam and then ‘clunk’ It’s a right piece of junk I get looks that say “you are a wally” Closely vetting the list will reveal That there isn’t too much man appeal It’s all healthy and bland All quite fresh, nothing canned So there’s little I’d want for a meal As I look down the list for my ale Must be there, common sense must prevail There’s no mention at all Never mind, it’s my call I’ll just tell her I bought some ‘on sale’ I move on, the bread loaves are in sight With my conscience I might have to fight She wants brown bread or seeded But her note goes unheeded I’ll just tell her they only had white And the next thing she wants is fresh fish To be frank not my favourite dish Though it’s not what she said I’ll buy curry instead As I’m shopping, I’ll buy what I wish Now I’m done, trolley’s filled to the brim ey creep into the garden maybe three at a time, Digging and sni ng to see what they might nd! ere are eyes in the distance shining bright! Only they can see in the darkness of night… ey wander around the bushes and shrubs, Scratching the dirt and searching for grubs!! ose eyes that are watching stay stock still, Just sitting and waiting to get his ll… ese creatures are big with their black and white coats, ey like to eat birdseed, peanuts and oats, e eyes that are watching are waiting their turn, Just waiting in line is what they’ve learnt! Bright eyes blink, his turn has arrived! is cra y fox was feeling deprived, Brock the badgers have lled their tummies, Have gone on their way, just like happy bunnies!! Whatever is le foxy clears it up, But still sni ng the ground for le over grubs, He circles around checking for more, He’ll check other gardens, that’s for sure! Tomorrow night they’ll come again, Between eight thirty and half past ten, Mr.Fox will again try his luck… He should arrive earlier or he’ll come unstuck!! Send in your poems by post: 2 High Street, Hythe, Southampton SO45 6AH or by email: editor@herald-publishing. o.uk Some per list but most bought on a whim When I was small, You stood so tall, I was always looking up. You gave me care, Was always there, I was always looking up. rough darkest night, You held me tight, I was always looking up. You taught me well, Right and wrong tell, I was always looking up. Showed me the road, Help share the load, I was always looking up. Now you’re not here, I shed a tear, I was always looking up. So late at night, ough out of sight. I am always looking up. The copyright of all poems that are published in The Herald belong to the author and should NOT be reproduced without their permission
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