February 15, 2010 (From The Northern Echo)

February 15, 2010

11:45am Monday 15th February 2010 in

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MY GARDEN UNDER SNOW

Flakes of snow so white and bright,

Sometimes go gently, other times so fast,

Are coming down on my garden to give me

A marvellous view.

To stare at and enjoy the work that nature provided.

Indeed the mantle of snow

Will keep my bushes, bulbs and cyclamen warm.

So to give me a rest.

But soon I will be out there with zest, to help out.

Together we will create a colourful new garden,

In the spring, with snowdrops in the wing

Anna Campbell, Darlington

EARTHQUAKE

Humanity, a seesaw

Some are up while others are down.

In the red corner

They are sipping champagne

In the blue corner

Skeletons with vacant eyes.

Blows keep raining

And the helpless keep sinking

Weaker you are, harder the fall.

Fire and fury has erupted

Spewing its venom

From bowels of the earth.

Meek and the innocent

Buried in rubble

A massacre of the minnows.

Oh why, oh why, oh why

Art thou in heaven.

I am the creator

I see and hear from my heavenly abode

But tenants you are now, in the driver’s seat I was, only the creator.

Soma Weera, Middleton St George

OLD BILL

He lives in a house on the edge of the moors,

The shutters are closed, the doors they are locked.

Whenever he goes out, ’tis only for air,

And for those who dare to enter his house, ’tis evil.

At one time the house was a beautiful sight,

All lit up, and full of the joys of life.

But now the lawns are full of weeds

And no gardener goes there to tend the seeds.

Now that house is lost forever

Left there to rot in the stormy weather.

But every calm night when the moon is out,

You can see Bill wandering round about.

Though he always seems to be lost in thought

He’ll never leave that big lovely house

That he has known nearly all his life.

Pauline Johnson, Kirklevington, Yarm