READERS’ POETRY: From the Bury Free Press of Friday, November 25

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This week we have poems from Gillian Cunningham and Colin Clements.


Sometimes I wish that I could fly

like a bird up in the sky,

soaring, driftin, with a breeze

relaxed and happy, just at ease.

Sometimes I wish I were a nurse

a kindly one. not sharp or terse,

delivering babies, a job of worth

sharing the magic of each new birth.

Sometimes I whish that I could be

a missionary across the sea,

bringing to people christian ways

enjoying long, hot, sunny days.

Sometimes I wish I lived elsewhere

costal Devon with it’s good fresh air,

a big old farmhouse, meandering stream

Oh well, it is nice to have a dream.



I go to work every day

I work so hard for a pittance pay

I lay the bricks and the drains

And I go home with aches and pains

And after supper I sit and reminisce

Of the rich folk who live a life of bliss

Flying around in their jet planes

Or taking part in their rich folk games.

Like sailing the seas in their yachts

Or watching their horses at Royal Ascot

.... To do all these things, why should I mind?

After all they can only be in one place at any one time