“CHILDHOOD’S END” by Margaret Pearce

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Once he was a puppy small

As cute as cute could be

Children loved him one and all

As everyone could see.


Soon he grew to adulthood

So helpful to be directed 

Guarding as a good dog should

All property as selected.


He grew old and ailing

 With childhood left behind

All love and caring paling

By dark cares of adult kind.


Neglected deaf and lame

Strayed on the railway track

Unheard the noisy train

Was death so very black?


The punctual train no outrage 

As death disposed so cleanly

Of the inconvenience of age

And incontinence so unseemly.


Guilt caused memories to awake

Returning back to when

Childhood lacked all heartbreak

And caring was easier then.



Margaret Pearce


“A Letter from the Principal” by Pat Simmons

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Dear Mr. Smith and Mrs. Smith,

I’m writing you this letter

because your son’s behaviour

isn’t getting any better.


His writing is untidy and

his spelling is a worry.

He’s often late and consequently,

always in a hurry.


His recent science project

nearly caused a school disaster.

The explosion covered twenty boys

in clouds of ceiling plaster.


He’s been with us for twenty years,

or is it twenty two?

Dear Mr. Smith and Mrs. Smith,

just what are we to do?


He’s untidy and he’s silly

and he always acts the fool,

but still the students say he’s

the best teacher in our school.

“Meditations”  by Celia Berrell

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Drifting on a tranquil lake

of mottled hopes and patterned faith.

Feeling peace and tenderness,

amidst your lucid water-ness.


And like a caterpillar nigh,

transforming to a butterfly,

I know there is a part of me

transcending through infinity.



This poem was inspired by the painting Melting Transitions Rise by Sharon Davson.


All four poems and pictures will feature in the artist’s biography DAVSON Art with Love and Graditude scheduled for the printers later this year.

“Alpaca’s On Watch” by Andrew Carter

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Alpaca’s On Watch


Al Paca’s family is keen to observe

Farmer Pat’s cat, sitting undisturbed.

A quiet pussycat – without the hissing fit

Doesn’t spook alpacas – sometimes they spit.


She sits on the fence with feline finesse

Unblinking, purring, her name is Tess.

Tess watches too, so nothing’s amiss

On farmer Pat’s farm it is heavenly bliss.


Al Paca hums to keep his family calm

They respond in kind; Tess means no harm.

She sits like a queen, a creature of love

Never blinking an eye, heavens above.


Al Paca is tallest of these lookalike Llamas

He’s the father near the left in lighter pyjamas.

The fur is worth more than a culled herd for meat

Alpacas are lucrative – for fibre hard to beat.



Unlike Llamas which are larger working beasts

They’re not eaten like venison – dearest of feasts.

Alpacas weigh the same as a tasty deer

Yet Alpacas are rarely eaten, have no fear.