Poets corner IF I COULD SEE YOU ONE MORE TIME If I could see you one more time, Still in your bodily form, I would give you cwtches, And take you to our earthly home.
I would hold your hand for comfort, Just like you did when I was small, Because many years ago you had to leave us, When you answered Gods call. Even though many years have lapsed, The memories of you are still strong inside, I recall the tears and smiles of joy on your face, On the sad day on which you died. We hated to see you in discomfort, We hated to see you in so much pain, If I had one wish it would be simple, Just to see my Dad on earth once again. Written by David Boyce Brackla, Bridgend
CHRISTIAN SOLDIER
You who heard the steady drum beat, and responded to its call Obedient, you would wait on each command You were always fit and ready, to challenge or attack Such as you became the guardians of our land But you’ve heard another drum beat and answered Heaven’s King Your life now given to follow his command Though your strength be found in weakness, ‘tis your joy to serve him still Faithful soldier, it’s in Christ alone you stand. Pauline Lewis, Porthcawl
OUR TOWN
Winters storms bring awesome sights natures power sprays house of lights Stood alone a beacon of strength unshakable by huge waves length Crowds descend from far and wide to view the show at Hi Tide while along the coast at Rest Bay Joyful surfers delight in play On Christmas day all sorts arrive dressed up, in freezing sea they dive The summer soon gets left behind as Elvis’ belt suspicious minds 28 | seaside news
email us your poem info@seasidenews.co.uk A coastal walk and you will reach serenity at Newton Beach where dogs are free to run and bark The Burrows provide the perfect park Summer is the busiest season tourists flock with very good reason as there is something for one and all in our beautiful town of Porthcawl Liz Johns, Porthcawl
A YEAR PASSED
So passed another year Shook galaxies and heaven’s tears Sitting giants all but dwell One triumphant, the other but a shell. The world will aspire, Desires soon expire Leaving a trail of malevolent fire Still it is dire. Needless to say we do what may, Ships at bay Farmers make hay That is enough for today. Until the next time Flows more wine Babbling rhymes For some of us give a dime. Look forward to hearing from you Lara Fuller, Pontycymmer
A QUILT’S LIFE
As I lie here, listening to you breathe, A flood of memories washes over me, Of a time when I was drawing life. The soft touch of your mother’s fingers, Sewing in the warm glow of the fire. So I was born, a patchwork history of your lives. I hugged your shoulders warmly, As you gave birth on a chill winter’s evening. Heard the newborn cry of your tiny son. I treasured the first glow of dawn, Children creeping in for a cuddle, Tucked them up safe and cosy when they were ill. I felt your love for your husband. Felt your tears of grief when he died. Now we grow old together, Tired and weary, frail and faded. As I feel your last breath, a gentle sigh, I know my time will not be long. Judy Dee, Porthcawl
NATWEST
I’ve heard it in the news today Natwest Porthcawl is closing in May. I cannot understand the sense, to close this branch will cause incense. Cant somebody make this nonsense stop, soon there will be no point coming to Porthcawl to shop, I want to bank in my local branch, Not in a city cattle ranch. How can a business bank cash down the phone, and for lots of people internet banking’s a groan. Whenever I visit the banks always busy, With local business owners and little old biddies. Natwest has a good reputation in town, So the closure will cause more than one frown. Can the chamber of commerce stop this going ahead? Before the town looses another bank figurehead. As locals we shouldn’t be pushed around, we should voice our concern and stand our ground. Don’t let our town loose the things that we need, due to corporate cost cutting and management greed. Think of the girls who solve problems to tricky, Judith and Alison not forgetting Vicky. I don’t want to deal with someone I don’t know, So lets try and stop it don’t let it go! S Hamilton-Howell, Kenfig Hill
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