It’s National Poetry Day - Here are 5 of our favourite reader poems
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To celebrate National Poetry Day we have chosen some of our favourite poems sent to us by our readers for you to enjoy.
• Then and Now
A shining black lead range standing in the hearth,
On Friday night close by would stand the old tin bath,
The oil lamp on the table to sit around each night,
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And one by one the family would bath by cosy firelight,
A warm drink would be waiting and then a story read,
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Then off they'd go quite contented to their bed.
Groceries were delivered and the baker called each day,
You gave your order in and it was delivered without delay,
No labour saving gadgets most things were done by mum,
Things were so much simpler then but everything got done,
The loo up the garden was a long way from the house,
Often when you got there over your feet would run a mouse,
A lantern would be needed to show the way on a dark night,
And often as you sat there you'd look up and see the stars so bright,
Toilets were emptied in the garden and buried in the soil,
Flowers and vegetables produced a bumper crop, some reward for all the toil.
Everything was cleaner then I'm sure you will agree,
But now we pump all our waste out into the sea,
Is this really progress the way we are today?
'Look after the environment' we're always hearing people say,
We have to move with the times for nothing stays the same,
But man is spoiling this world of ours
And he has take the blame.
I brushed it away the other day as it hung outside my door,
With the sun shining through I had to look a bit more,
It was beautifully woven, like lace,
I had an expression of wonder and awe on my face,
No man could have created such glory,
It could never have come about by chance,
It was worth much more than a mere glance.
Later that day the wind blew it away,
I don't like spiders but I wanted the web to stay,
I am sure there will be another on another day,
It looked so amazing that day,
With the sun shining through,
A great intelligent mind was behind it,
There is no doubt in my mind that this could be anything but true,
A woman may have knitted something similar,
But she would have, at some time,
Dropped a stitch or two.
• Free To A Good Home
It has been my custom since I first moved to Norwich each morning up on Mousehold Heath to roam,
But one morning as I passed by a well-tended garden on the drive was a potted plant with a note saying 'free to a good home'.
Now to me the plant it didn't look anything special,
Being new to gardening I thought would give it a try,
So I carried it home and planted that anonymous seedling in a part of my garden where I felt it would thrive.
Two summers have passed since I set that plant in the ground that was offered to me as a passing but total stranger,
And I've tendered and nursed and protected it with love,
It is now grown into a beautiful multi-coloured hydrangea.
The kindness of some folks never ceases to amaze me,
I hope the person who left that plant this poem will read,
And know that the kindness in leaving that plant on their drive has brought so much happiness by their simple but Christian good deed.
• My Garden
The garden is a lovely place
There's lots that you can do
Use it to grow your vegetables
Or have a barbecue.
I like to see some flowers there
Blooming all year round
All you do is sow some seeds
And they pop out of the ground.
Some people have a greenhouse
Others have just a frame
It helps to get an early start
But you get there just the same.
I put mine down to concrete
It's clean and weeds don't grow
My car can park there all day long
So safe there that I know.
You can lie down and sleep all day
On sun beds in the sun
But be careful if you do
'Cause sun burn isn't fun.
Rivers Yare, Wensum, winding
Turning from stream to extreme
Running slow to fatal
Been danger in winters past
Round corners into bends
Sea it ends
Under bridges, through mill
Don't stand still
Current fast and catch a salmon
Be a task, a dream on plate
Make it last
Even ale from cask
Spend day on canal boat
See kids faces, its story tells
Along the banks
Boats are tied up in neat ranks
Some there all year
They live, play, say good day
To all who pass on merry way
'From Ibiza to Norfolk Broads.'
• If you'd like your poem to be considered, send it to Poets' Corner. Evening News, Rouen Road, Norwich, NR1 1RE, or email firstname.lastname@example.org.