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Poets’ Corner
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A collection of poems penned by members.
Celebrating U3A – Stacy Alice Brown
Electronic Ignorance – Sheila Calver
Ode to a Shopper – RJ
Rejuvenation – Anon
If I Could Live My Life Again – Anon
The Full Day Walk – Jean Ashton
Celebrating U3A
by Stacy Alice Brown
This poem was especially written for our 20th Anniversary Celebrations by Stacey Alice Brown one of the twin Grand daughters of U3A member Beatrice Grant and was read out as part of the entertainment after the Green Park lunch.
Talent is like fine wine
It matures with age
Talent is unique for us all
And never stays the same
Talent is like a seed
It starts out plain
But when nurtured,
It grows
And its true
Beauty shows
So let’s all raise
Our glasses
To U3A
For 20 years
Of guiding
The talents
of
Third Age
Electronic Ignorance
by Sheila Calver
Is there anyone there, says the caller?
Using his mobile phone.
Although I keep ringing your number
I just get a dialling tone.
If I only knew how to send Emails
I could send you a message instead.
You would tell me if you are still living
Or whether you’ve gone back to bed.
Surfing the web is a pastime
That used to be just for the spider.
Now it’s a source of all the world’s ills
And is even a virus provider!
So how can we cope with computers
In this the mod-conical age?
We go back to the days of the pigeon post
And write all our notes on a page.
Ode to a Shopper
by RJ
While loitering in a supermarket doorway, one of our members recalled that it was ‘National Poetry Week’ and was moved to pen the following missive …
Idling in Tesco’s doorway,
Watching the trolleys go through,
Piles high with twelve pack lager.
Polythene bags with offers new.
Like Prairie Schooners on a westward drive,
Through the car park they tottered and swayed.
If painted Redskins had arrived,
A wagon like circle they would have made!
Looking back on shopping ways,
Compared with seventy years ago –
Back in time to my Mother’s days
When things were calm and slow.
No car, no boot ‘no shelf stacking.
To her Poly thene was a girl’s name-
No checkout or panic packing
Or shrink wrap to drive her insane.
Baker and milkman came to her door,
Errand boys with heavy items!
A wicker basket was her pride
With long gone products placed inside.
Slices of Span in greaseproof paper,
Boxes of Oxydal yellow and blue.
Corned beef cut as thin as a wafer,
Dried egg with scraps for a weekday stew.
No canned music plagued her ears,
But the sighing hum of Co-op wires,
Tiny polished cable cars on high,
Winging small change from cashier to shopper.
When they graced the stores in days gone by!
Rejuvenation
by Anon
I’m looking rather dowdy, my figure’s not quite trim
Perhaps its time to pop along to workout in the gym!
Then I could get my hair done, change the colour, have a perm
I really must believe it this worm is gonna turn
Next on the agenda, (the old man will have a fit)
I think I’ll have some botox, along with a face lift.
Now if I had the money a health farm would be ideal,
I might come home revitalised and full of sex appeal!
I’ll get Trinny and Susannah my wardrobe to update,
It’s time I had some new clothes, even tho I’m 98..
Now something I have never had, tho now I think I might,
Is a manicure and pedicure with nails of red so bright.
The thought of all this bother to effect rejuvenation
Is really much too much for me, I need resuscitation.
If I Could Live My Life Again
by Anon
If I could live my life again
I’d like to think that I would gain
From experience I’ve already had,
Thereby avoiding all things bad
I’d grumble less and laugh lots more
I’d treat work as fun and not a chore,
Id be patient and forgiving.
I’d make a plan for joyful living.
To traffic wardens I’d be polite
Remember them in my prayers at night.
I wouldn’t swear or be rude.
I’d never have a nasty mood!
Do I want to live my life again?
Be always helpful – not in pain.
With all those changes I’d be a saint
And that’s one thing I surely aint!
THE FULL DAY WALK
Jean Ashton
or Chorleywood at last …
July has come round once again
it’s time to gird our loins,
The Walking Group is stepping out
on the Full Day Walk.
9:20 is the time to meet,
Stoke Mandeville the station,
With tickets bought we board the train
for the Full Day Walk.
At Rickmansworth we disembark
and meet up with our leaders
And the Johnsons and their dog,
it’s the Full Day Walk.
Our number totals twenty one,
our fitness varies greatly.
The weather’s hot, the rests are few
on the Full Day Walk.
The fittest ones are out in front,
the weak ones lag behind,
At last the pub comes into view
on the Full Day Walk.
And so refreshed with food and drink
and time spent in the shade,
The fine Chess valley beckons us
on the Full Day Walk.
The final hill has now been climbed,
it’s Chorleywood at last.
What a splendid time we’ve had
on the Full Day Walk.