December 2002 Archives

Look carefully at the garden,
The season begins anew.
See the dainty Springtime flowers,
In shades of every hue.

The trees that blow in a cold, cold wind,
Hide tiny buds of green.
And underneath the dry stone wall,
Velvet moss sports an emerald sheen.

The pond is full of activity,
As frogs guard their jelly eggs.
And in the fields the lambs bleat,
Whilst playing on new legs.

The air is loud with birdsong,
Feathered couples on the wing,
Nests built to home new babies,
Such pleasures do they bring.

Soon the weather will be warmer,
The days long and light.
And we will be out of our houses,
To share in the common delight.

Despite troubles and sadness,
That life sometimes seems to bring.
Rejoice in God's special handiwork
The Miracle of Spring!

By Jane Brewett

First published in MACLA News Magazine No.9 Winter 2002

(With apologies to William Wordsworth)

I wander'd lonely as a cloud
From Metheringham along the Dunston road.
Fluttering and dancing along the gutter.
No daffodils; just lots of litter.

Continuous as the stars that shine,
Broken glass twinkling in the grime.
Cans clattering along the street,
Chewing gum sticking to your feet.

I gazed and gazed, then had a thought,
Perhaps too much packaging this rubbish has brought?
Cardboard, paper, plastic, cans and bottles.
No daffodils; just lots of rubble.

Oft when on my couch I snooze,
In thoughtful or in pensive mood,
I was always taught "How Rude"
To leave your rubbish for others to move.

Is it really such a sin
To put your rubbish in a bin?
The Parish Council's heart would fill.
Less money for litter, more for the daffodil!

by Jill Spooner. It is based on her observations whilst walking from Metheringham to Dunston one Sunday Morning.

First published in MACLA News Magazine No.9 Winter 2002