13th July 2023 • The HERALD • Page 73 v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 3RD AUGUST 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 RECRUI TMENT HANDS by Lee Owers© Come hold my hand, Stay with me for as long as you can. I watch your face as you sleep, Here in my heart, memories I keep, When I think of the times we had, Mostly good, but sometimes sad And as my tears so ly ow I had to let your hand go. ❤TERMS OF ENDEARMENT ❤ by Marlene Parmenter© Marlene, Marlene, Marlene. Are words often heard in this house. Always said in a certain tone By my despairing spouse. I am rather clumsy, Perhaps lack common sense, When it comes to rules I act a little dense . I always take the easy route, Not seeing the job right though. For I am no perfectionist And often think “That’ll do”. I say I’m just laid back. Tell him to chill out. Which often makes him angry And frustrated, I’ve no doubt. He would really miss me. For better or for worse? I think it would be boring Without me in his universe. So my next go at fixing, When I don’t have a clue, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Means, ‘Marlene I love you’ XXXXXXXXXXXXX Life is just one precious moment One second of time so sublime One grain of sand cast upon land One moment on the great hands of time Every moment is precious We cling on each second fast But every moment passes so quickly We pray every hour will last So much stands there before us So much to strike us all down Violence and its huge aftermath Hatred and sickness abound Some of us live a long life Three score years plus ten Others casting their lines off early This decision is not made by them So value every last moment Look around at what you can see Never taking for granted A rainbow a flower or a bee Each is a marvel of nature Each has its own part to play And to each the moments are important As each moment is to you every day So rejoice full in the knowledge Whilst living and treading life’s stage Many died albeit they tried But life’s book closed on their page Overcome all tribulations Celebrate each second well Every moment of life is so precious And the time clock calls time with its bell Clock Of Time by David K Wilson© BADGERED BADGERS by Jim Dolbear© Brock the badger deep in his sett. Surrounded by woods just yet. A protected species so they say. But man creeps nearer day by day. With bulldozer and sharp chain saw. Soon there will be no woods at all. Then Brock will have nowhere to feed. But greedy humans will pay no heed. His sett will become another home. Where children not badgers roam. The badger will become scarce then rare. Then extinct if we don’t take care. Grandchildren then sat upon the knee. Will say, “What was a badger gran daddy?” “Little one it had a face of black and white. So shy only ventured out at night. But humans being full of greed. Destroyed it’s habitat paid no heed. Poor Brock the badger met his fate. Now to save the badger it’s too late”. Working Out by Lee Owers© Every day, I work out at the gym, But you can see by my body, I’m not very slim. I jump and I groan, I wish I’d stayed home. How I wish I could be slim as slim as can be, I would look like my sister, just wait and see. But when I see buns and a ernoon tea, I think I will stay fat and just be me. Memories of a Partner by George Jenkins© He did love her when they were together And thought it would last forever But when they parted a er several years together ey both knew it was over. Time is a healer, so they say But memories don’t go away. ey last forever In their own funny way. HOLIDAYS by Lee Owers© Now that the holidaymakers have all gone home, Once again, the forest we own, Watching the trees turn from green to brown, ey will always be the jewel in the crown. But in the summer when the forest is full, Watch for the animals, the road can be cruel. Stop and listen, not a sound, e feeling of peace is all around. Sorry Auntie Florie by Marlene Parmenter © I’m so sorry Dear Auntie Florie, It was only meant as a joke. I thought at 91 You’d like some fun, So I hired this ‘ere bloke. Although it worried me When he sat on your knee, I thought he’d break your bones. But you just smiled As he drove you wild, Arousing dormant hormones. e baby oil Brought you to the boil, I could see it in your eyes. You just had to touch. en it got too much As he slowly undid his ies. I’m so sorry, Dear Auntie Florie Now you lay there on your back. But at 91 You had some fun. en died of a heart attack. Send your poems into The Herald, 2 High Street, Hyhthe, Southampton SO45 6AH ~~~~~~~ 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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