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Florrie wrote this poem especially for this site. I was trying to
persuade her to vote and this was her response!
In politicians I do not believe,
All they ever do is lie and deceive,
Each party tells us, they are the best,
But in actual fact, they are just like the rest.
"We shall have a good country", "we will do a lot",
What they really want to do is to win your next vote,
The Tories now say "Blair has a forked tongue",
But I'm not aware of their praises being sung.
Tories, Labour and Liberals too, all have forked tongues in my view,
Blair says "John Major isn't much good",
And would gladly take over if he just could,
"I can negotiate", "I know how to lead",
Blair certainly has a big ego indeed.
Education and schools, their standards will rise,
Could this be true? Not in my eyes.
Labour dole plans are bogus they say,
They should know, they all work the same way,
Cheating and lying, insulting each other,
Trying their best to beat one another.
I just don't believe them, they talk utter rot,
And that is the reason why I don't vote!
Poem © 1997 Florence J. Gillanders
Oh little lamb why were you born?
On a very cold and frosty morn,
God gave you life - but for how long?
Man kills you to eat, and that is wrong!
You are just a baby, not long born -
You will never reach being old and worn,
You are really cute, and cuddly too,
But that doesn't stop them killing you,
You will never grow to a ewe or a ram
And all because man likes to eat roast lamb!
Poem © 1997 Florence J. Gillanders
I am a fox - who would care about me?
I live in the country, wild and free,
Until a hunt comes along one day.
The hounds are baying, a horse gives a neigh;
I run for my life with a pounding heart
I know if they catch me, they'll tear me apart.
The bugle is calling, they are quite near;
I feel so exhausted, but run on with fear.
Which way will I go? Where will I hide?
I won't give in; I still have my pride.
My body is shaking, my legs are quite sore;
I know that I've had it; I can't run much more.
Ahead is a lane; will I make it that far?
In the lane is a man and a little blue car.
I run over the field and up to the fence;
I'm too weak to jump; that fence seems immense!
The man with the car leaned over the rail
and grabbed me firmly by my bushy tail.
He opened the car, laid me on the floor
Then got in himself, quickly closing the door.
He drove away as the hounds all arrived,
Then gently said 'Little fox - you've survived!
'These people are cruel; just what would they say
'If the hunt was turned round the opposite way.
'Foxes and hounds in a pack hunting men;
'I don't think that they would like it much then!'
If there were more people like him in this land.
Fox hunting would well and truly be banned!
Poem © 1998 Florence J. Gillanders
They say that a dog is man's best friend.
Honest and faithful right up to the end;
Well, I can tell you without any doubt,
That this is true and I'm talking about ...
My dog 'Sheba' - an alsatian was she,
So gentle and loving, a good friend to me.
When she was a pup, she made me so mad -
Chewing carpets and slippers and being so bad.
As she grew older I was pleased to find
She was clever, alert, and to all she was kind.
One day while out walking we happened to see,
A boy fall in the river, aged about three!
Sheba shot off, she was so very brave,
And saved this boy from a watery grave.
A few years later, as I slept one night,
I woke with glass breaking and then a big fight -
I jumped out of bed and ran down the stair
To find Sheba was holding a burglar there!
I called the police station - they came in a flash,
Then I noticed that Sheba had a very deep gash;
Down the side of her neck she'd been cut with a knife.
The vet tried so hard to save Sheba's life,
But the very next day I was called to the phone
The vet said "I'm sorry, but poor Sheba's gone!"
I was so heartbroken, I'd lost my best friend
Honest and faithful, right up to the end.
But now she has gone my biggest regret,
Was I didn't realise I'd an outstanding pet.
Poem © 1998 Florence J. Gillanders
I lived in an Orphans' home, no mum or dad had I;
They were sailing on a ship that sank - why did they have to die?
There was I left all alone, relations we had none,
So they put me in an Orphan's home when I was only one!I lived there to the age of ten - harsh words, sharp looks, I knew!
That home was far from heaven - we were beaten black and blue.
Then one day a couple came - hoping to adopt a child.
They looked a happy, loving pair - the lady saw me and smiled.She said "Come here, sit on my knee - you look so timid and shy";
I had never before heard a voice so kind - as she held me I started to cry;
Could I be this lady's choice - was it true she would take me away?
She said to my master, "This is the one" and he told her my name was Ray.So I left that home of doom and gloom and I went to live a new life;
A lovely home with a room of my own - no worries, no fears, no strife.
I've lived here now for fourteen years - no better could I find
With people so caring and sharing and true - so helful, loving and kind.For that lucky day I will always thank God
When He sent me to live with Jason and Maud.Poem © 1998 Florence J. Gillanders
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