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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Friday, May 13, 2011

Go Elsewhere For Poetry

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Go elsewhere for poetry. I cannot perform to rules and styles. Usually my poems rhyme. When I was at school that is how we were taught, and ...
Friday, January 28, 2011

Death of a Bluetit

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He flittered in the sunshine And twittered in the trees. Ate seeds with his little family And glided on the breeze. He gave us so much plea...
Saturday, August 8, 2009

A Watery Break In Derbyshire!

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We have just returned from an eight day break in Derbyshire. We had rain most of the time but clear spells when we managed some walking — th...
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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

The Joys of Teaching

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I retired from teaching some years ago but it seems not a lot has changed since then, except more red tape is involved. I was trained in pri...
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Gladys Hobson
Everything about my early life can be found in my illustrated book of childhood memories: When Phones Were Immobile and Lived in RED BOXES. Read the first two chapters at: www.magpiesnestpublishing.co.uk I also have my novels and anthologies on that site. I trained as a dress designer. Later turned to teaching. Took early retirement to train for church ministry. For the last eight years a full time writer. Personal experiences and settings tend to pop up in my stories! All my academic qualifications have been achieved in my middle and later years — as happened with most working-class achievers of my generation. I try to keep a sense of humour in all aspects of life. I can laugh at myself and at oldie jokes. But I wish the media would put less emphasis on faculties lost in old age (cause for laughter) and more on the wisdom gained. We old biddies do know a thing or two!
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