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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.