Herald - Issue 366

v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 24TH JANUARY v 3rd January 2019 • The HERALD • Page 69 The successful applicant will assist with the office administration and will need to: • be computer literate with experience of Microsoft Office Packages • have their own transport in order to visit clients Training in the management of the gardening scheme and all other aspects of the Charity will be given (further information about the Charity can be found at www.daf-hythe.org.uk) If you have a friendly disposition, can respect the need for confidentiality and would like to join our small close knit team, apply in writing giving details of your experience and suitability for the position to: Valerie Stewart, Clerk to the Trustees, Dibden Allotments Fund, 7 Drummond Court, Prospect Place, Hythe, SO45 6HD CLOSING DATE FOR APPLICATIONS 17th January 2019 We are looking for a Part-time Administrative Assistant to manage our Gardening Scheme starting 1st March 10hrs per week, 8.30am to 1.30pm every Tuesday and Thursday (hours negotiable) Additional hours maybe required occasionally to cover staff absences £9 to £10 per hour dependent on experience HERALD RECRUITMENT Poets Corner FORGET YOU NOT by Marlene Parmenter Thank you brave soldiers, Who fought to save us all, Not knowing what horror That on you might fall. Leaving your loved ones, You valiantly tread. Filled with terror and fear, Foreboding and dread. Surrounded by others, Your brothers in arms. With photos and letters And “lucky” charms. These may give you solace, As bullets fly by your head. Whilst gun fire explodes And many comrades are dead. They are bleeding and dying, Blown up all around. With parts of their bodies All over the ground. Such horrors surround you In and out of your trench. The blood and the gore Leaving a stench. You endangered your life With a war to end wars. But as long as man lives There will be wars evermore. We can’t thank you enough. Maybe you had some regret, You fought for us all, And we must never forget A Mandolin Resonates by David K Wilson His back is bent double Across an old piece of wood Alone in his workshop His skills still feel good He works with quiet confidence Pure persuasion all the way Whilst the grain bends and follows The master each day His chisels are waiting His planes are to hand And his saws they sit ready To obey his commands In his workshop of wonders Eighty years man and boy Where mandolins resonate With notes of pure joy Amongst his glue pots and resins His polishes and clays There’s a lifetime of fulfillment And of long happy days In his old dusty workshop With cobwebs all around He creates instruments of magic For the purest of sounds His waiting list is endless Delay is his name Perfection his guideline No two made the same No prices are quoted Or promises made But one day it is waiting The ultimate on parade The notes made will be the purest That you ever will hear Like the singing of angels Beside a bright water weir Every note will sound clearer That your fingers will play And your heart will beat faster As the chords fade away And his back remains doubled Across and old piece of wood Still alone in his workshop Where his skills feel so good In his workshop of wonders Where eighty years man and boy Mandolins still resonate With notes of pure joy

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