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Margaret Land, 12 July 2010 16:28
The snow lay thick upon the ground,I felt isolated and housebound,Then a gentle knock at the door,A neighbour going to the local store,Asking if there was anything I need,Bread, milk or a paper to read?Having friends so kind and sincereIs the reason why I like living here.
Lynda Kettle, 12 July 2010 16:27
My family laughWhen I smile and sayThat come the new yearI’ll be tidy each day. I won’t leave my clothesIn a heap on the floor,Nor hang underwearFrom the bedroom door. My shoes will be putIn their rightful place,My collection of socksWill have their own space. I’ll try to remember,When planning to cook,To stick my loose recipesInto a book. I’ll still ...
Josephine Brown, 12 July 2010 16:23
Eastertime is almost hereAnd with it brings a lot of cheer,Spring lambs, daffodils and snowdrops,Sunshine, ploughing and farmer’s crops. The winter snow has gone awayBringing forth the buds of May,Soon to follow is merry JuneWhen the cuckoo’s song goes out of tune. July brings, for some, a vacation in Spain,But many will stay at home, once againTo South coast, East ...
Jean Forrest, 12 July 2010 16:20
On the day I became a sixty-year old“Your life will be wonderful”, I was told.“Why did you say that?” I asked my friend.“You will get a bus pass, you can travel no end.” I had not thought about it before,Now I wanted to know a whole lot more.She explained exactly what I had to do,It sounded to me too good ...
Elaine Baldwin, 12 July 2010 16:07
At the age of 76, and retired for 6 years, there is still no sign of realising my dream of living by the sea. I have never written anything before, but my yearning is so strong that I managed to put these few thoughts into rhyme. Oh how happy I would beIf I could live beside the sea,To languish on ...
Christina Kelly, 12 July 2010 16:02
Age is just a number, I’m sure you’ve heard it said,But they don’t say which number – that number’s in your head.My birth cert says I’m 70, but my head says 22,I’m going to belive my head, ‘cos I’ve got some living to do.I haven’t time to sit around and just grow old and fat,And you won’t find me in ...
Sara Buttery, 12 July 2010 15:31
Last August I very sadly lost my mother. This year was my first Mothers Day without her, so I have written this poem. I write this gentle poemTo honour Mothers Day,Even though in recent monthsMy own has passed away. We do not really understand,As children with our needs, The way she cultivates our worldAnd clears out all the weeds. How ...
Beryl Wills, 12 July 2010 15:20
This poem originated from the word Jumper, which we were given as an exercise at a writer’s club I belong to. The jumper is nowOld and worn,But not to the extentOf being torn.So what I’ve nowDecided to doIs keep it forA week or two,When I will probablyUnravel it,And for myselfSome bed socks knit. But there’s many waysThis can be usedAnd ...
Mrs P Dring, 14 May 2010 12:09
In 1983 you came back into my life.Bringing me nothing, but trouble and strife.You kept me a prisoner in my own home.When all I longed for, was to go out alone.You caused me pain, you made me cry,I felt so ill, I thought I would die. From Doctor, to Doctor from pillar to post.Where-o-where is the cure I wanted the ...
