Herald - Issue 389

14th May 2020 • The HERALD • Page 45 v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 4TH JUNE v 145 Long Lane, Holbury SO45 2NZ Tel: 023 8024 3300 NOWOPEN SUNDAYS FROM 10AM-2PM FOR ALL YOUR MOTORING NEEDS LOCALLY • Free fit batteries (most cars) • Free fit wiper blades • Battery chargers • Oils • Braking • Service parts • Tools/tool hire • Car paints • Engine management diagnostics/reset • Towing accessories • Number plates • Exhaust systems • Steering/suspension • Haynes manuals W: www.cobramotorcomponents.co.uk E: sales@cobramotorcomponents.co.uk FAWLEY GARAGE SERVICE - PARTS - M.O.T.’S ALL MAKES OF VEHICLE SERVICED AND REPAIRED • D iagnostic F ault F inding • T yres - F itting & B alancing • L aser T racking FAWLEY 8089 1057 THE VILLAGE, CALSHOT ROAD, FAWLEY Poets Corner Artificial Intelligence! by Dorothy Lockyer The Invisible Killer by Marlene Parmenter MY NEW FOREST by Jennifer Jones I am wearing a pair of shoes. ey are ugly shoes. Uncomfortable shoes. I hate my shoes. Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair. Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can make another step. Yet I continue to wear them. I get funny looks wearing these shoes. ey are looks of sympathy. I can tell in others eyes that they are glad that they are my shoes and not theirs ey never talk about my shoes. To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable. To truly understand you must walk in my shoes But once you put them on, you can never take them o . I now realise that I am not the only one who wears these shoes. ere are many pairs in the world. Some women are like me and ache daily as they try to walk in them. Some have learnt how to walk in them so they don ‘t hurt quite so much. Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by Before they think how much they hurt. No woman deserves to wear these shoes. Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman. ese shoes have given me strength to face anything. ey have made me who I am. I will forever walk in these shoes of a woman Who has lost a child. We look on in disbelief. How can this be true? e whole world on lockdown As the Coronavirus grew. It is the worst nightmare, One no one should have to bear. A real disaster movie, With the enemy in the air. is silent, invisible killer, Seizes whoever it can. It really does not care, Be Child, Woman or Man. We are a world at war. Guns and bombs to no avail, And even the mighty sword Will not triumph or prevail. It is up to all of us To wage this deadly ght. We must all pull together To get the world to right. It is hard to keep from loved ones And not venture out or roam. But to stop the deaths multiplying Please stay in your home. I have a brain, I don’t need anymore I used to use it for each thought and chore. But A I has taken its place you see My grey matter has taken redundancy! Alexia can answer each concern But should she fail, then to Siri I turn I don’t need a map to show me the way Just follow the Sat Nav on my phone each day. My purse is empty of coins and notes No need for wallet, I don’t have a groat! Just flash a card at the machine near by The money leaves the bank in the blink of an eye! A I has taken away my intuitiveness The ability to think is now under duress. My brain, that has served so well o’re the years Now a redundant organ, shrinking one fears. A few short weeks ago We had not heard the name Coronavirus We said What is that? When we rst heard it. Now we know all too well! To those in China Who were in denial I say How could you in ict this horror Upon the world So many su ering So many dead or dying So much worry So much grieving ankfully there are survivors. Lockdown! We have committed no crime Yet we are all incarcerated “Unprecedented” I quote It is almost unbelievable When will it end? AN UGLY PAIR OF SHOES by Margaret Bricknell I’m normally a social girl I love to meet my mates But lately with the virus here We can’t go out the gates. You see, we are the ‘oldies’ now We need to stay inside If they haven’t seen us for a while ey’ll think we’ve upped and died. ey’ll never know the things we did Before we got this old ere wasn’t any Facebook So not everything was told. We may seem, sweet old ladies, Who would never be uncouth But we grew up in the 60’s - If you only knew the truth! ere was sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll e pill and miniskirts We smoked, we drank, we partied And were quite outrageous irts. en we settled down, got married And turned into someone’s mum, Somebody’s wife, then nana, Who on earth did we become? We didn’t mind the change of pace Because our lives were full But to bury us before we’re dead Is like a red rag to a bull! So here you nd me stuck inside For 4 weeks, maybe more I nally found myself again en I had to close the door! It didn’t really bother me I’d while away the hour I’d bake for all the family But I’ve got no bloody our! Now Net ix is just wonderful I like a gutsy thriller I’m swooning over Idris Or some random sexy killer. At least I’ve got a stash of booze For when I’m being idle ere’s wine and whiskey, even gin If I’m feeling suicidal! So let’s all drink to lockdown To recovery and health And hope this bloody virus Doesn’t decimate our wealth. We’ll all get through the crisis And be back to join our mates Just hoping I’m not far too wide To t through the aming gates! A Poem (Anon) Like a stage I’ve stepped upon, I watch seasons come and go, like a travelling show. They reveal the truth, without a whisper or a word, through the trees and along the heath. The beauty of this place is the truth! NO, heaven here or above will take me whole! There will always be a part of me here, amongst the trees and along the heath! I walk amongst majestic trees, In Mother Nature’s sanctuary. She set me free and let me be. She never questions me! I find myself then lose myself, amongst the trees and along the heath. CORONAVIRUS by Pam Mold