READERS’ POETRY: From the Bury Free Press of Friday, July 11

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This week we feature three poems by J S Perna.

When that I was a small runabout boy

All was new and living was joy –

Then chasing my dog (whose name was Keith)

I tripped and smashed my two front teeth.

The dentist was a big rugby fellow,

He pulled out the nerves and made me bellow

Ever since then from not yet eight

I was made shy by the dental plate.

Too much exuberance in chasing a hound

With gleeful affection taught me the ground

Just lies there in waiting for a mistake to be made –

Perhaps it is best to be steady and staid


At the barber’s my unkempt hairs

Once brown, now like a polar

(But less furry) bear’s

fall down through the growth of years

From Atropos’s slow but certain shears.


(cf The Knox Brothers by Penelope Fitzgerald)
I must say I was glad A

when we both agreedE

the very best life-guideI

(though rarely the sole goad)O

is the concept of the Good.U

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