Herald - Issue 383

v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 30TH JANUARY v 9th January 2020 • The HERALD • Page 73 PART TIME SCHOOL RUN DRIVERS REQUIRED School run drivers required to work for a friendly family run business located in the Totton area. Drivers must be flexible & reliable with a clean driving licence. A New Forest Private Hire licence would be an advantage. A Car and fuelcard will be supplied to the successful applicant This position would ideally suit a retired/semi retired person. Hours will be between 15-20 hours per week with good rates of pay. Please contact Paul or Ross on 023 8086 2040 between 9.30am-4.30pm or email drivers@tccsouthampton.co.uk HERALD RECRUITMENT Poets Corner FOUR YEARS OF HOPE A Sonnet for the Olympic games by Jim Dolbear e cold winds blowing across the running track. ere are no birds sitting on frozen bough, As lone athlete puts body through hurt and pain. Hoping for victory in warmer clime. e towpath mirrors slippery thin ice, As the crew put there boat in dark grey tide. Bodies mu ed against biting east wind, Whilst the migrating geese y overhead. Nations are slumbering in pleasant dreams, While athletes of every size, creed, and hue, Focus on a ve ringed vest to wear with pride, Compete against the world on equal plain, eir golden dream with tear stained eyes, As the national ag is drawn to the skies. My Lady in Red Part 4 by Margaret Bell My lady in Red who’s name is Hetty, Has a birthday approaching, she has to be dressy! Loving all clothes usually in Red, Thought a change would be nice maybe green instead! Off she went all alone! So excited if the truth be known, Always in Red, but now changing her mind.. Looked forward to seeing what she could find! Gazing through windows and searching through rails.. There is plenty of choice, all in the sales! She spots a dress and in a pale green, In this dress she would like to be seen! In the shop bright eyed and eager.. The assistant there was happy to please her, It fit like a glove and she liked the change, Our lady in red didn’t feel strange! With her dress wrapped up and tied with a bow.. Hetty heads home her face all aglow! She has some shoes to go with this dress.. Hetty thinks her son will be very impressed! She doesn’t think she will stop wearing red, But a change to green puts a spring in her step! Her Birthday party will be a hoot. And Hetty in Green will look astute!! We escape across the country. Stayed in barn and shed, With the fear of wakening Accompanied by a horse’s head. At last we reach the docks, Without too much a fuss. But to our disappointment The Gnomafia are waiting for us. With them is the Don. Only he looks such a mess. They seem to have put him back together And made him into a Doness. Nancy and I are shaking, They are looking pretty mad. I sort if felt sorry For the Don, who looked very sad. “If you rearrange my body On Christmas day it roasted, aroma divine We sat around the table, happily did dine ere were all the trimmings on this second course Tatties, parsnips, sprouts and of course the cranberry sauce! We did indulge as we heartily ate ere was nothing le on anyone’s plate! And nished we were in time for the Queen Alas for the washing-up no one was keen! With onions and pickle the following day We ate it cold, a very tasty display. But as each new day came to the fore We made casseroles, pies, kievs galore! en curry and soup for the nal “Good Bye” I’m sure I’m going “cold Turkey” I cry! THE TURKEY by Dorothy Lockyer Gnomes Leaving Rome - Episode 8 by Marlene Parmenter And make me look more straight, Back into a handsome Don, Perhaps we can readjust your fate”. We get to work at once. Paint and chisel both to hand. We scratch, scoop and shape, Til he looks like Don the Grand. I can tell Nancy is impressed As she stands staring on the quay. “Is that a gun in your pocket Or are you just pleased to see me?” I give her such a nudge. But the Don seems well happy. “Go before I change my mind, So, you better make it snappy “. I grab Nancy by the arm And jump onto a liner. I hope it gets us home, And is not the slow boat to China. PAGES by David K Wilson We may try but we won’t see it happen So subtle are the first signs of change Crisp leaves may fall fewer birds will be singing The page is beginning to change Slowly at first but then faster A change rearranging of dress Out with the greens and in with the gold’s Nature about to impress Evenings grow cooler and darker The sun is less high in the sky Summer is tired awaiting her sleep Warm days are fast slipping by The colours of autumn astound us At this interim time of the year Still small hints of summer peep out from our dark skies Whilst the dew on the grass forms a tear Slowly but surely she’s sleeping Winter arrives quite austere Some days are diamonds hinting at springtime Just a few pretend summer is here The pages are many and varied Every page full of wonders untold Embrace every moment as if it’s your last These pages are brittle and old We may try but we won’t see it happen So subtle are the first signs of change Embrace every moment as if it’s your last The page is beginning to change! 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