This week we have poems from readers Paula Sunshine, from Lawshall, and Gillian Fisher, from Holywell Row.
DON’T BADGER THE BADGER!
To kill a badger is a crime,
Lord knows what we will see in time,
He loves all creatures great and small,
But man cries out, “Let’s kill ‘em all!”
While rabbits, pigeons, pheasants too,
all share our gardens, fields and view,
This peaceful creature tries to hide
from those who are not on its side.
In years to come we will all learn,
As guns go out and passions burn,
We can’t control all nature sends
and farm and field to our own ends,
obliterating man and beast
until their world and ours has ceased.
-- PAULA SUNSHINE
JUKE BOXES AND BABY BOOMERS
Youth shunned nearly all conventions. Parent-power weakened in the coffee bar and moped age. Now, those teenagers draw pensions and think the latest pop’s a din –coarse sounds, from which they disengage. Dreamboats and Petticoats may not be in the league of Les Mis . .. Probably it is too ‘feel-good’ in the old context of ‘gay’. I remember Frankie Vallie, when his Seasons walked with adulthood*. -- GILLIAN FISHER
*Walk Like A Man
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