18th April 2024 • The HERALD • Page 77 v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 9TH MAY v We are looking for a SALES ASSISTANT to join our family run business in our very busy retail shop • Aged 18 years and over Full Time position available Part time position 2/3 days a week, possible one day over a weekend Retail shop on the High Street in Lyndhurst, recently awarded ‘Best Customer Service Award’ An interest in drinking Tea, or Coffee, and alcohol would be a advantage ‘Your own transportation is required’ Help with parking cost after initial trial period Sunday working will be required, 10am until 5pm, possibly alternative Sundays You will have a talent/flair for doing displays in the shop. Everyday duties will be checking of delivery’s pricing the goods and displaying them… A pleasant personality, a nice smile, and able to interact with our customers And to also be able to work on your own initiative Applicants CV’s to be sent to: sales@pagesinlyndhurst.com www.pagesinlyndurst.com HERALD RECRUITMENT Poets Corner HERALD RECRUITMENT AVRIL’S WAY by Isobel Smith© Avril uses her iron for all of her wash Not just smoothing and folding like me For Avril is perfect, I o en think – gosh For she never takes shortcuts you see. Avil’s windows all sparkle, oh boy do they shine No smudgy bits showing dead ies Her bathroom is spotless, u y towels, all in line No underbed u need her valance disguise. When Avril does dusting, the result is pristine en she’ll polish with wax, not a spray Her Dyson is gleaming, it’s ever-so clean And the best bit of all, this occurs everyday. When Avril goes shopping she’s armed with her list Not le on the table like mine For Avril’s e cient her knickers don’t twist And her cooking is truly divine. en Avril’s life changed, it is not like before Her perfection was wasted, all that pressure and strife On discovering crumbs in the cutlery drawer Her husband went back to his wife. Dexterity by Dorothy Lockyer© Am I now losing my dexterity? Or modern invention perplexing me? Trying to get into bottles and tins Needs perseverance amongst other things! Press the lid down whilst squeezing the sides With gusto, yet still my effort defies. Instructions repeated over again But the struggle alas is all in vain! The ring pull on the tin is a juggle As you pull with all your might and struggle, To finish with a finger bruised and sore The contents of the tin across the floor! To avoid these hazards, what should one do? Maybe you know, but I haven’t a clue! There was almost a song In the sound of the sea As it washed on the shore Untroubled and free Onto pebbles and sand Obeying commands Set in days Long before you or me It remained as before Then man opened his door Stepping into this world Without care Quite oblivious of ways And past bygone days When waves washed onto Clean shores The song of the sea Speaks of how it could be Without man’s pollution Of land Sound Of The Sea by David K Wilson© The New Forest by Phil Santus© Beauty is a subjective experience but I defy you to see the tall trees at Rhine eld or the high tide at Beaulieu and not wonder at the natural world, its processes and resources. ere are the beech and birch and oak for the warbler, dove, goshawk and buzzard. ere are the open heath and wetlands for the nightjar, lark, lapwing, and curlew. Each one has a place of its own. I watch the dragon y settle on the fallen tree within a woodland clearing, and see its perfection, and know such days have repeated over and over again, over the vast millennia. I have come to this space and into this time and am the product of history. Like the dragon y, I am a presence that owes its logic and construction to the unfathomable cosmos. Without bow waves and wakes Or human mistakes No killings or wars Just wide open doors But the song of the sea Grows fainter each day As we poison our oceans And strip life away Killing the corals With spills on the land Poisoning our seashores And our much adored sands It was almost a song The sound of the sea But waves roll no more To their old destinies Stagnant pollution Now drifts onto sand The question is why? And the answer is man! There was almost a song Sadly not lasting long Along came mankind And it wasn’t to be! The copyright of all poems that are published in The Herald belong to the author and must NOT be reproduced without their permission
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