Herald - Issue 423

12th May 2022 • The HERALD • Page 73 v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 2ND JUNE v HERALD RECRUITMENT 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 Poets Corner While having an interesting conversation Of a sudden, no warning, a hesitation The word I wanted to utter next Leaked from my brain, leaving me vexed. As hard as I tried, I could not recall Such a simple word, making me feel a fool! So, I searched and searched around my brain To find a leak, was my sole aim. I searched the cerebral hemispheres All seemed to be working after many years! Perhaps the cortex had stretched and split No damage found, but an interesting trip! I searched the convoluted ridges and furrows I felt like a mole as he delves and burrows But still no obvious leak was found So where are those words that go to ground? I’ve found the culprit, I’m pleased to say It’s that pesky “word snatcher” at his play! As words reach your tongue, he whisks them away You can’t retrieve them until another day! WORD SNATCHER! by Dorothy Lockyer The Queens Platinum Jubilee by Vic Lee e day you went into Westminster Abbey A princess most beautiful and serene Following your coronation You came out crowned our Queen. Now you’ve been your majesty For seventy years. Overcoming personal tragedy But never showing, your tears. You have been our Queen A wife a mother, grandmother and great grandmother too You have so many people respecting And looking up to you. At the time of your coronation ere were ags and bunting on every tree and lamp post. Street parties with all of the neighbours Playing at being host. en all of the children Were given commemorative mugs, But now a er the pandemic We will have to settle for virtual hugs. Now all of the United Kingdom Will join with me to say ree cheers for her majesty Hip, hip, hooray. Different Pathways by David K Wilson Two little girls Living on the same street Best friends undivided Always side by side The same girls now older Learning getting harder Studying together Still together side by side Two young ladies Off to university Living now the city life Loving every day Same young ladies Suddenly divided Going down their own paths Gone those halcyon days One now a married mother Living on a back street Her man no longer loves her He left home just yesterday For the other young women A career in the army Seeing places looking smart Still loving every day Both have their memories And for both their paths divided One path led to happiness The other led to stress But their paths curved back together Once more to the same street Forever undivided Living side by side Now two older ladies Did life treat them fairly? Things they planned together Did their dreams come true? Life gave them what they searched for One discipline one freedom Barrack room or family Different pathways leading home GET IT OFF YOUR CHESS by Jim Dolbear I had a friend called Nigel, he went to a boarding school. I was asked to lunch on Sunday, at one I had to call. e house had a long driveway, the curtains were ironed too. I sat down at the table, not knowing quite what to do. So many knives and forks were by my plate, I could only stare. Mum told me to start at the outside and said, “do take care” I did what mum had told me, and it seemed to work a treat. A spoon and fork was le , with pie and custard to eat. I ate my pie with my spoon, that’s when I felt a dork. It took me half an hour, to eat my custard with a fork. Nigel’s mum looked down her nose, she had a long way to go. “Why don’t you go into the games room, the games to you he’ll show. Nigel said: “Let’s play chess that’s when I scratched my head”. “I’d rather play snakes and ladders, or maybe draughts instead” Nigel shrugged his shoulders: “I will show you how to play chess. I will show you where the pieces go. Try not to make a mess. Now first the castles they go side to side, or up and down. Please will you pay some attention, and try to lose that frown”. en it was the knights movement, the bishops diagonal run. e pawns were in position, it didn’t seem like too much fun. e king was shielded at all times, the main part of the game. “It’s over when one says checkmate, why not check pal it’s the same” He ignored me completely, said the queen could go anywhere. To lose it you can’t a ord to, no other piece can compare. e game was over in ve minutes, I never won a pawn. Chess! It was not for me, so I began to stretch and yawn. I went to nd my cap, it was lying on a chair. I said: “Goodbye Nige, I’m going home to play solitaire”.