Thankyou once more for your continued support and I am delighted with the wide variety of poems I receive. I only wish I had the space to print more.
As the weather cools and you feel that first unmistakable tang of autumn in the air, you realise that suddenly summer has slipped away. My husband always feels rather down at this time of year but I love it — and so does David Bonnett of Newport Park, Devon, who has sent me this evocative poem.
AUTUMN IN THIS ENGLAND
Is it The leaves I love Most in cool Autumn days Of tawny browns and golds and reds. And mists?
Is it The chestnut shells Which gape to show their gift, A darkly gleaming magic prize Within?
Is it The fragrant musk Of crackling outdoor fires Which gives to me who stops and sniffs Most joy?
Is it The cawing of Rooks, aloft in great pines, Slender and tall in the dusk of Day’s end?
Is it That scent in the Air which tells me summer Days are gone though their memories Remain?
Is it That bitter sweet Ache we lonely ones know As our dreams fade away until Next year?
All these Yet more, for most Of all as nights become longer, Crumpets for tea mean this England For me.
MrT. Bray of Worksop, Nottinghamshire, has had a long wait but finally I have been able to find room to print a monologue written by his late father John Arthur Bray (1915–2006). John was a Methodist local preacher for more than 70 years and loved to write monologues so that the Bible message could be put across in an interesting and different way. A Lad and his Lunch and Other Monologues (published by Arthur H. Stockwell Ltd, Devon) is a collection of his work and includes this monologue about the miracle described in all four Gospels.
A LAD AND HIS LUNCH
Now once there was this little lad, and he
wasn’t very tall. He wasn’t very brainy, or even good at sums
— he was a little lad, that’s all. But he’d been following Jesus — right? —
wherever He would roam. In fact he followed Him sometimes and been
three days away from home!
Well this day ’twas lovely and sunny and my
they had a big crowd. Some said there was more than 5,000 there,
so Jesus had to speak loud. They’d listen to what Jesus taught ’em, and
to all the words that He’d say — In fact, they couldn’t get enough of Him,
they’d been day after day!
Well late that very evening one said,
“Excuse me for being so rude: We’ve listened now for such a long time,
please could we have us some food?” So Jesus said to t’disciples, “Make sure that
they all get enough.” But they said, “Where’s all the money for
food, drink and all of such stuff?
It would take more then eight months’ wages to buy all the food that we need. There’s more than 5,000 folk sitting there,
and they all need a jolly good feed!” Jesus said, “Where’s all of your faith? Go
and have a look what you’ve got.” So they found our lad with his five loaves and two fish, but that didn’t seem a great lot.
Jesus said, “Tell them all to sit down.” Then
He took lad’s lunch and said prayer And He turned and said, “Thanks for your
lunch, ’cos it’s really good to share.” “Well!” lad thought. “Wow! He talked to me;
I feel really warm right through!” But his eyes near popped right out of his head when he saw what Jesus could do.
Are you haunted by a few lines from a poem and want help in finding the rest of the words? Have you a favourite verse you’d like to share with us? Or have you been writing poetry for years and would now like others to read your work? If the answer is “Yes” to any of these questions please write to me, Susan Kelleher, at This England, The Lypiatts, Lansdown Road,
Cheltenham, Gloucestershire, GL50 2JA, or email firstname.lastname@example.org
’Cos as Jesus took hold of his little lunch
and gave bits away, more appeared. And lad thought all to himself, “This could
go on right through the day.” And sure enough it did go on till everyone
had enough. And lad just stood and scratched his head
and said, ”That’s incredible stuff!”
So when they’d all finished eating, and folk
had all gone away, Disciples picked up twelve baskets of
crumbs and took them all away. Well what a wonderful miracle! But it
started with our little lad Who didn’t really have much at all, but gave
Jesus all that he had.
He wasn’t so very brainy, or even much
good at his sums, But he learned something special when he
saw all those baskets of crumbs. He thought, “If that’s what God can do when
I give Him the bit that I’ve got, I’m not going to give Him just part of my
life, I’ll give Him the whole jolly lot!”
PeterLawrence, a reader from Cliftonville, Kent, wrote to me enclosing a poem given to him by his neighbour Marie. Entitled “Night Bomber” it was written on 26th July 1943 by Marie’s brother Stuart Boxshall. He was the navigator on a Lancaster bomber during the Second World War and his aircraft was shot down with the loss of all the crew during a bombing raid over Berlin on 2nd December 1943 — less than six months after he had written the poem.
Peter is a keen photographer and, with the wonderful power of modern technology, has combined two images he had taken to make the wonderful picture above. It perfectly complements the poem that so poignantly evokes the feelings that these brave airmen must have had.
I’vehad a bumper bag of requests recently and hope that readers can help by identifying any of these. Mrs. Diane Rushforth (1 Bindon Lane, Wool, Wareham, Dorset BH20 6BN) is trying to find two poems — one includes the line “Wheel the perambulator John, be careful how you go” and the other one has these lines:
Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I’m going in the garden to eat worms ...
Daniel Lamb (21 Somersby Green, Boston, Lincolnshire PE21 9PH) recalls these lines from a poem about wartime minesweeping and hopes someone knows the complete poem.
Dawn off the Foreland the young flood
making, Jumbled and short and steep, Dark in the hollows and bright where it’s
breaking, Awkward water to sweep.
John Ferris (email@example.com) wants to find a poem that includes the line, “When I am gone think only this of me, I loved thee all”. It is tantalisingly familiar to me but I haven’t got the complete poem and wonder if any reader can help.