JOURNEY''S END Oh how I love my red and blue bike, Keep your cars, they I don''t like, How I admire its sleek, slim frame, Handle bars, 'Wheels'' is its name, Power, my feet and pedals a blur, Riding wherever, both near and 'fur'', Country lanes, among green hills, Away from the city''s motoring ills, The wind in my hair, freedom at last, At one with nature, a place so vast, No fuel required, just honest labour, It''s health and fitness, that I savour, Alone, or in company on life''s road, Ever in awe within nature''s abode, Only one thing that mars it all, Discomfort at night, in hours'' small, No not tiredness, nor my aching feet, I''m cursing the designer of the bike seat!
GEORGE CARRICK, Cramlington.THE EMPTY NEST SYNDROME They call it the empty nest syndrome When the children have all left home You think of the past. Doesn't time go so fast Now you're left here on your own There were times you wished for the day They would grow and go their own way Now that day is here. You should have no fear Because they come back when it's your payday They beg and they borrow And cause you more sorrow And want you to babysit And if the truth was known You don't want them back home Go on I dare you admit.
JEN MCLANDERS, Byker
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