WINTER’S DELIGHTS
Cold winter nights
Fresh morning frosts
Glowing sun before midday
Wonderful natural sights
Winter’s changing delights
Spring is yet to come
With its mood-lifting sun
A Cooper, Darlington
A NICE CUP OF HOT TEA
It’s late afternoon and I’m resting on my bed.
Something outside the window flies by overhead.
I put down my paper and see a few wild geese go flying by,
Etched against a gorgeous sunset of a pink and red streaky sky.
I can also see the fields and wood right down to the river below,
And remember how beautiful it was when everything was covered with snow.
The fields like a huge carpet of tinsel, sparkling bright,
With views of a winter wonderland, such an amazing sight.
Before we had an autumn of glory with a coat of many colours to behold.
The whole countryside was decked in outfits of reds, yellows and golds.
How lucky I am that all these lovely things I can see,
By just resting on my bed and having a biscuit and a nice cup of hot tea.
Diana Davis, Bishop Auckland
LOVE IS
Love is when you’re old and grey
And live in total harmony
Love is when you live each day
With hearts and hands held tenderly
All the years have come and gone
Leaving behind a full catalogue
Of our first meeting on Valentine’s Day
Drenched in care and understanding
We don’t need flowers or party to celebrate
A tender kiss on each cheek will suffice
And a little cuddle as we say good night.
Elizabeth Sayers, Spennymoor
PRIDE
Where has gone all our pride?
People cruise and fastly ride
With no thought or respect
Caring not who it’ll affect
Dropping litter as they go
Spoiling all of nature’s show
An innocent lamb is cut and maimed
Broken glass, who is to blame?
So when it’s time for your return
Take home your litter, please
This lesson learn.
Sandra Moran, Darlington
TREASURED TIMES
A new metal detector
I’ve wanted one for years
Sweet bliss of expectation
Will within my stir.
Will I explore the rolling hills Awash with summer green?
The world, they say, is my oyster
To chase my special dream
Ambling on the ancient roads
And settlements close by
In the peated marshlands
Will the coins of emperors lie
Searching through the centuries
And clay soil of yesteryear
I see a fragile necklace
A moment to revere
In all these magic moments
My heart will ever lean
To the joy of my detector
And treasury of dreams.
Dorothy McGregor, Durham City
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