READERS’ POETRY: From the Bury Free Press of Friday, October 3

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This week we have four poems, one by A C Clements, two short ‘squibs’ by John perna, and a salutory message from Tim.

Harvest by a c clements

It was a late summer morn

The sun was shining on the golden corn

The birds were singing in the trees

Barley was dropping its ears in the summer breeze

Farmers have gathered in their crops

So we the public can be fed

Barley for beer, oats and wheat for bread

Now all the crops are gathered in

He will plough his fields again

Ready to reset them in the spring

Two squibs by John Perna

‘My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky’

It surely means so I’ve been told

A buried pot of shiny gold

Beneath one end do lie!

The landlord of the Jolly Tar

Has only praise for me:

“Heroic drinker, he’s a star

And never behind,” says he.

But let there be no moaning at the bar

When I put out to sea.

Fags by Tim

(A smoker from 1954-87, 33 dangerous years)
The evil weed that bursts with fire and bestows but small dizzying pleasures, a cacophony of chemicals that wheedle and scour the vital pumps of life

The end comes on frail grey wings that choke the trace ways of breath and life, producing a cyclone of suffering grief.

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