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Two new poems from Nellie Phillips:

The Daisy Beds

I  wandered out on a Summers Day

Towards the Easter Braes

The cheerful girl at the Station

Stopped me on the way

Where are you off to this bright morn

Said she with a friendly smile

I’m off to walk to the Daisy Beds

Just for a little while

So with a laugh she waved me on

And I strolled on to the Belly Puff

To find it almost full to the top

With waves most high and rough

The Apples and Pear I saw on the rock

And the mark of a Cloven Hoof

I thought I was in enchanted land

With the sky above for my roof

The curlew called and the seagull fed

And the wee flowers smiled at me

Then when I reached the Daisy Beds

I heard the honey bee

T’was there I looked in a mirror pool

Where crabs and starfish abound

Where the seaweed waved and the mussels clung

With anemones bright around

On the beach I found a fossil old

Pebbles shiny and bright

And oh I thought them jewels of gold

To fill  me with delight

So if you have some time to spare

And wish to be like me

Then take a walk to the Daisy Beds

And see – all that I could see

By Nellie Phillips, Kinghorn

Ode to Kinghorn Loch

Oh lonely loch my land of dreams

How far how far the memories seem

Yet lonely loch can I forget

The place where childhood sweethearts met

Where hand in hand we gaily wandered

And by the burn side meandered

Past the pond where duck and swan

Glide and chatter and adorn

On to the lonely loch and there

Behold a beauty still more fair

The setting sun fans out behind the Binn

With all the golden glory of the Whin

Calling curlew sweeps the fiery curtain glow

Then fastly falling takes his rest below

Suddenly all the world’s at peace

No sound from nature’s bird or beast

Disturbs the peaceful scene

Then yonder in the far off reed

The perch rise and begin their evening feed

And from the distant farm the restless cow

Calls and calling settles now

From crystal springs and cool clean water tinkles

Over the lonely loch – a mirror clear

All is peace and all God’s love is here

Amidst the peaceful scene

By Nellie Phillips Kinghorn

and Mrs D Baxter

Petals
by Michaella Drummond

Forces of Nature by Sian Edwards

Cottages

by Sian Edwards

by Rosalyn Skinner

In a Junk Shop
by Diana Neil

Spirits in the Snow

By Sian Edwards

Bang goes Christmas

By Sian Edwards