Fir Vale resident, Sylvia Reaney, has been writing poetry for many years, often writing about the things she sees around her, and by request for birthdays of family and friends.
Here are a selection of her poems:
Fir Vale resident, Sylvia Reaney, has been writing poetry for many years, often writing about the things she sees around her, and by request for birthdays of family and friends.
Here are a selection of her poems:
Thank you! costs nothing, you can give it for free,
Along with a visible smile, that is a pleasure to see,
The receiver of a thank you freely given, sincere and true,
Tomorrow is another day, then the receiver may be you,
To give or take a thank you, is easily said and done,
To see pleasure on each face, the thank you word has won,
So you see the word is priceless, worth much more then gold
Free to everybody, spoken but never sold.
Think of our little corner shops, soon to be outcast
Going down in history, a memory of the past
Big supermarkets everywhere, selling as many products as they can,
Anything from furniture to a frying pan
We are tempted to buy the offers, four for the price of one,
No wonder our small shops alas! will soon be gone,
We've turned into a trolley pusher, stand in a great long queue,
Cashiers haven't the time to say hello! Good day and how are you?
Every trolley passing through is filled up to the top,
Cashiers trying hard, to get us out of the shop,
Knowing we are standing and shopping till we could drop
We come away with empty purse, our money it's all gone,
Because we've bought all the offers, fours for the price of one,
This doesn't happen at our small shop, a tin of peas they are pleased to sell,
Along with a pleasant smile, and ask if you are well,
So pop into your local shop whatever they may sell,
I had a little corner shop, that's why this tale I tell.
Our feelings are our daily thoughts, they may be good or bad,
If angry thoughts are on your mind, we shout aloud saying words that are not kind,
Least said soonest mended, is a motto very true,
So think before you speak, let nice words come from you,
There is so much anger in the world today,
Think of only good things, the bad ones lock away,
But if someone makes you angry, you fell something must be said,
Think of another motto, least said soonest mended,
Along with all the other thoughts keep this motto in your head
Remember years ago when things were made to last
Maybe you still own something that is from the past
Could be an old iron, heated on a coal fire
Ironed everything just as good, no dangling electric wire
These modern electric irons don't last for ever and a day
Take it for repairing and told, 'it's no good, throw it away'
Your electric washer not yet three years old
Oh! needs repairing, 'we haven't the parts for this, your washer is far too old'
Food cooked in a coal fired oven, hot dinners were a treat
Especially the tasty Hot Pot, in it tender meat
A penny box of matches lit up everything
Now its a gas lighter, when empty throw away into your bin
You buy modern appliances they don't come very cheap
Not lasting very long they're soon on the scrap heap
In the past hard work wasn't very easy, but had to be endured
Spending yet more money, you have to have your modern gadgets all insured
Things are much easier doing housework every day
But this luxury through the nose we have to pay
We bought ourselves a Sunday paper, sometimes we would buy two
Cut up and recycled and hung up in the loo
Recycling isn't new, to use again, we always had a bash
Once more the old days saved us lots of cash
Skilled workers made most things slowly not in haste
To prove they were everlasting and didn't go to waste
Some things were much better recalling now from our past
Simply because most things were made to last
Zohib is a boy who thinks just like a man,
always there to help, doing what he can,
Visits the two of us to ask what he can do,
If we say yes, at once he smiles at you,
Not being very big, in fact he Is quite small,
Zohib feel proud you can walk very tall,
We thank you for being our young friend,
A thank you is priceless and for you they never end.
Lynne and Sylvia
I've told you many times what I feel in rhyme
This is no exception it is a special time
Sorry I won't be there with you to celebrate
I send congratulations for your anniversary date
Also to thank you for the work you have all done
I say sincerely, you certainly have won
Our glossy magazine keeps us in the know
And there is plenty that show
In pictures of people having fun and always on the go
I've lived in this area over forty years, looking a many a different scene
Besides if I was to move I wouldn't get my magazine
So happy birthday with lots of good cheer
Wishing you lots more success, as you travel on into each year
I end with these last few words to me it is the crunch
Those like myself not in attendance, will miss out on the savoury lunch
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