READERS’ POETRY: From the Bury Free Press of Friday, December 12

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This week, we have two seasonal poems, from Jill Mortiboys and Barbara Keeling.


We wait for the shortest day

When the year turns.

A toddler waits for Santa, who’ll come

With gifts, he learns.

The brandy waits for its moment

When the pudding burns.

The window waits for the frost to come

And paint ferns.

A mother waits for a new birth

For which all yearn.

Jill Mortiboys


Snow showers turn the landscape into a lovely Winter white

Jack frost spreads lacy patterns over all the window panes

Icicles hang from roofs sparkling in the morning light.

Trees are frozen with icy branches around the snowy lanes.

The gas lamps are lit all along the cobbled streets

In the cottage latticed window one candle glows

The village shop is busy selling bags of coloured sweets

Children build snowmen although the cold wind blows

The sunrise will be streaked with shades of pink and red

Soon the dawn will break into another Christmas Day

Children wake early and excited and tumble out of bed

Hoping that Santa has brought them presents on his sleigh

Homes are decorated with ivy. mistletoe and holly

Bells ring, choirs sing, for it’s the season to be jolly.

Barbara Keeling

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