Poem was a real pick-me-up

The Herald - - OPINION -

I THOUGHT that it was go­ing to be one of those hor­rid weeks when ev­ery­thing was go­ing to go wrong; on Sun­day a blocked drain, on Tues­day a light on the car fail­ing and then one of those nice (but nasty to change) strip-lights un­der a kitchen cup­board. Much swear­ing goes into mess­ing about with one of those. On Wed­nes­day morn­ing I had to give Os­car, my grand­fa­ther clock, a good talk­ing-to as he had let his hour hand dan­gle again. Then on Wed­nes­day af­ter­noon came help in the form of The Her­ald.

It was just what was needed – (Poem of the Day, March 28) – The Great Stariski by Rab Wil­son. What a won­der­ful pick-me-up it was. Soon I too was “lauchin’ oot lood” with “birls an pirou­ettes”. What did I care about the snags and snarls of life when I could stand on my hands and view the world from my own imag­i­nary ‘A’ Frame?

Then re­al­ity struck on Thurs­day and I “brent ma par­ritch”.

Thelma Ed­wards,

Old Com­rades Hall,

Hume, Kelso.

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