crich area community news
Poetry corner
- Halfway along The Common,
- February's snow seems deeper
- Than any other months.
- The drive is blocked and in the morning
- The milk tanker will not venture
- Down the drive.
- And Dad (and Chieftain)
- Will have to take the milk
- To the road by seven am.
- Tonight, the snow
- Seems slower, almost fixed
- As it passes the light
- On the corner of the long barn
- And hits
- The ground with a loud nothing.
- Bread and milk
- Bubbles on the Aga
- I toast my feet while Ann makes oatcakes
- For breakfast.
Charley Martin
The Last Laugh
- The leaves they have the last laugh
- Along with their friend the breeze
- They drop onto gardens and paths
- And along the streets they wheeze
- We then decide to pick them up
- With broom, rake or garden vac
- We collect them very carefully
- Then mulch, or put them in a sack
- We think we've done a good job
- It's taken quite a while
- Stand back and look quite proud
- And on our face - a smile
- As we clear away our tools
- Along comes a friendly breeze
- And while we pop along indoors
- Gently whispers to the trees .....let go your leaves
Shirley Crosby