READERS’ POETRY: From the Bury Free Press of Friday, March 6

Readers' poetry
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This week, we have two poems, by Les Weeks and G Orford.


The watcher sharp eyed

knows not

of he who has spied

his still pose on the pole

Eyes which search the waving grass

know not

other’s zeal to see all pass

when the sudden move comes

There! watcher drops to ground

knows now

it kills without a sound

a shriek, the coney is dead

The watcher flies off with inert prey

knows not

other has missed the drama of the day

his vigil lapsed when sipping tea

A cheerful voice, “Did you see? Hey!

I saw the buzzard with its prey!



I drink life in like a glass of wine

Such beauty and wonder I can make all mine.

To waste a moment would be a sin, I want to keep it all within

and feel the glow that life can bring to every living thing.

Without my life there would be no me, I’m happy that I cam to be.

If everyone could think like me

what a happier place the world would be.

The gift of life is ours to keep

until we have an endless sleep.