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POEMS
VICTORY: A POEM FOR VE DAY
I can’t believe this mystic news, This must be some horrid ruse, The Second World War is finally over, Sophie, I will soon see you, and not in some military Rover.
Remembering you makes me smile, The sight of your crystal-clear eyes and chic hairstyle, To me you have always been gorgeous, And your kind heart is simply enormous.
I cannot wait to see you again, But first I must exit the lion’s den, Your love has ever stayed with me, Along with our lovely home in Tennessee.
Remembering Normandy makes me shiver, And the bloody battle at the Rhine river, But I will always have you, And forever we shall remain true.
Our great battles should not be ignored, For we defeated the Nazi tyrant and his horde, Now, all I crave is some peace, As well as the peoples’ happiness to increase.
It’s time to rebuild, To remember those the Nazi’s have killed, We have done our fateful duty, Now our world must return to its former beauty.
Rhys Jones (aged 14), North Cornelly
WAKE UP CALL
Lazy bones and lazy mind. Why is it that I always find The morning call that sounds at me Exaggerates low energy? The bleep is loud or so it seems As it pulls me sharply from my dreams. But at any other time of day It sounds so quiet, so far away. Weekend wake ups are best of all, The songs of the birds are my call. How nice it would be to wake the way Nature intended every day.
Kelly Robinson, Bridgend
SMUGGLERS COVE
Tides white-foaming and dashing, Send waves loud-surging and smashing, Around the sandy-white bay. There where the sea-winds go lashing, And the surf is grey and loud-crashing, The smugglers gold-heavy chest lay. In a cove ‘neath a cliff with grass growing, Hollowed deep with sea-waves greyfoaming, Where the rocks, sea-slimed, are serried, And none would dare go rowing, Where the wind wild-shrieking is blowing, The smugglers chest lies buried. Down went the old ship deep-sinking, Down went all hands deep-drinking, To sandy depths unseen, Where is an end to all thought and thinking, Loud-feasting, and fighting and drinking, And the seaweed is tall-growing and green. ‘Round the cove where sea-birds go soaring, Where foam from the sea-spray is falling, And caverns echo with sighs, There waves go swelling and pouring, And tides like thunder go roaring, The smugglers chest still lies.
Dafydd Matthews, North Cornelly
SAY HELLO, SAY GOODBYE
Say goodbye to Yesterday’s song. Thrilling memories where I learn to belong, Their sweet notes echo nocturnal paths along. Farewell as I awake, in gloomy contemplation Of tears, laughter and dreams, Hello to Hopes for the Future and Life’s custard creams, Under pale morning skies, amidst the birdsong of Spring. Hello to new Life and the joys it may bring. Hello and goodbye to friends long ago, Hello to new music on my DAB radio. Goodbye long and lonely hours Goodbye to all the cold Spring flowers, Goodbye past Loves and Time’s fleeting glances, You played all your cards and I took my chances. Hello again to April’s soothing showers, Nature’s gentle footsteps that wind through Faerie bowers.
Sally Richards, Porthcawl
NO GRAVEN IMAGE
What skills describe the glory of One Who made man from the dust of the earth? By the word of his power called forth moon, stars and sun, Each sphere of infinite worth.
Then why should we seek by our skills to describe A God greater than all we desire, With metal you hid in the bowels of the earth To form a god who comes out of the fire?
Know that your Maker may not be defined By skills that to you he has given For only through Christ can his glory be known As we enter the Kingdom of heaven
Then may we not think of our God as too small Or shrink him to what we desire But with trembling and awe draw near through the Son And find him who’s revealed in the fire. [Exodus 20: 4-6]
Pauline Lewis, Porthcawl
WORRY YES? WORRY NO?
Worry yes, worry no, Which is it to be? We need to ban this horrid word, From our vocabulary. Worry little, worry lots, you need to make a choice, Just don’t forget that time won’t wait, So listen to its voice. Did you yesterday? Did you today? Did you worry last week too? Did you let the worry take over? You must stop it; it’s not hard to do. There’s no-one makes you worry, It’s really all down to you, The stress from worry can make you sick. Is that what you want to do? So stamp the worry into lots of pieces, Then ground it into dust, Wake up tomorrow all refreshed, You really know you must.
