1st June 2023 • The HERALD • Page 77 v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 22ND JUNE 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 HERALD RECRUI TMENT Poets Corner SPECIAL DAY by David K Wilson© Coronation Day 6th May Twenty-Three Our King awaits for what must be The sun hides in a clouded sky Grows shyer as the hours pass by Today our King will don his crown Before his Lord he will kneel down Across this land the bells will ring Our chance to toast our gracious King So many come from across the land Cheering voices waving hands Such support from near and far On such grand occasions Britain stars King Charles will hold his head up high His dignity one can’t deny We’re British and we’re proud to be New King new day new destiny A screened event most everywhere National pride in worldwide glare History was made this day Differences shelved and put away So proud to do what we do best Britain shines in a pageantry test Camilla Charles we’re here for you Hear the millions ignore the few And so the day draws to an end Peace on streets once more descends An afterglow of love and care Emanates for all to share (Written May 6th 2023) Me and My Cat ANON© I thought I’d write a poem about the topic of the day But try as I might, I just could not find the words to convey All the pomp, all the pageantry of this awesome occasion An event that has ramifications throughout our Nation. Military displays executed with such precision All the training, gruelling practice, coming to fruition. Horses are groomed to perfection, their tack gleaming ultra-bright Escorts, for the performance of an ancient passage of rite. This act of crowning our Monarch, not seen for many a year The solemnity of anointing with reverential fear. Oaths of deep significance, regalia to grasp, to hold A crown encrusted with various jewels; centuries old Placed firmly on the head; as the music swells, choristers sing Then hush, as the voice of authority shouts. “God save the King”. The ritual now over, they process through the Abbey door To the waiting crowd of well-wishers, who give a mighty roar! A golden gilded coach awaits the newly crowned King and Queen As they slowly ride in majesty down The Mall, to be seen. The final touch to this day of splendid display is to view The fantastic Red Arrows, they paint the sky, red, white and blue! NEW JOB by Margaret Bell© She was so excited she’d got a new job! So full of happiness that she kissed her dog!! Now what should she wear on her very first day? Her clothes were limited until her first days pay… Opened her wardrobe took a look inside, When she saw her collection she let out a sigh! Everything she had was old and worn, Some of her clothes were faded or torn…. Now with this job she had to look nice, She couldn’t lose it at any price! With only a few pence and pounds in her purse, Things were going from bad to worse! Into town she had a good look round, In a charity shop some clothes she found! All brand new with tags still on ….. Her worries about clothes had upped and gone! Up early now to begin her new job, Now is her chance to earn a few Bob, Dressed so smartly from head to toe! Now she was ready her face was aglow…. Into the shop where she was eager to start, All she could feel was her beating heart, The charity shop where she bought her clothes, Is the shop she is working, it’s the one she chose! The Coronation of King Charles III by Dorothy Lockyer© When oh when will the sun come out, It’s supposed to be spring, But I think it’s gone walkabout. Being a patient nation that we are, It’s disappointing that it’s been hidden so far, Clouds galore, wind and rain, We’ve had the lot. Is it Winter again? But cheer up, it cannot last for ever. It will come out And last for ever. When Oh When Will The Sun Come Out by George Jenkins© I just love my cat. So! What’s wrong with that. I’ve had her since lockdown! From a Centre in Town. She’s polite and she’s tidy, a real little old lady. Over the years 6 cats have I loved. But, this girl is devoid, Of hissing, spitting or scratching and no eas, ticks or trashing e furniture and carpets are intact! She’s the best and that’s a fact. I asked for a cat that was vocal! And yes! You can hear when she’s local But I like that you see, because she’s talking to me. What I can’t understand is how, she was put up for adoption but, now I’m glad she lives with me, and do hope that we will be Together for a few more years! When she departs there will be tears. Neither of us is young anymore. Oh! Oh! She’s here at the door, Excuse me while I top up her food, or she might think I’m just plain rude!! With grateful thanks to the Cat Protection Centre in Southampton. I found you alone, bathing on the lake at midnight, dark water re ecting you naked. Heedless in the deep lagoon, we made love in silken bliss, I entering you owing over me, entwining under the summer stars. When my feet touched the ne shingle, I was bound once more to the earth. But you remained coy, winking from my retiring wake; your silver smile, shimmering above the distant mountains. Swimming by Moonlight by Richard A Labram© BACK SEAT VIEW by Jim Dolbear© Mum I enjoyed seeing Nanny, It was such a lovely day. I saw the lambs in the fields, And the horses eating hay. But why is it when Daddy, Takes us for a little ride. He changes from a Jekyll, Into naughty Mr. Hyde. Why did he honk on his horn, Giving that old man a fright. He was only indicating left, Then decided to turn right. The lady who stepped in the road, Looked like my dear Nan somehow. But I don’t agree with Daddy, She looked nothing like a cow. He went through the traffic lights, When they were not even green. Lucky a policeman wasn’t there, So Daddy was never seen. Give way signs mean what they say, They are there for all our sakes. Good job the other car saw us, And managed to apply his brakes. Mummy I am sleepy now, I don’t want to make a fuss. But next time we see Nanny, Can we go and take a bus.
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