WONDERFUL NURSES Went to Darlington Hospital the other day
To the pain clinic to see if they could wash my blues away.
For four or five years I've suffered pain,
There was nothing to lose, all to gain.
Onto the bus from Barney old town,
Hit a few potholes on the way down.
The sun was in the heavens, all was fine,
We had to be there for half past nine
Found the day surgery unit,
The waiting room armchairs soft and sweet,
Smiles on the nurses' faces, sure was a treat.
They said we may be there for most of the day,
We didn't wait long, it was fair to say.
My lovely wife Margaret went with me
To see that all went well,
For with nigh on 50 years with me,
She could have many tales to tell.
Soon a young student nurse came for me
Helen was her name,
Checked all of my paperwork
(Two other nurses did the same).
Back to the waiting room, A few more minutes spent,
Then off to see the doctor To sign a form of consent.
Staff nurse Geraldine Owens took me on a long hike down to the theatre, (I should have brought me bike.)
Into the theatre, the lighting there was fine
The doctor and smiling nurses stood smartly in line.
I'd donned my theatre gown, Couldn't fasten it at the back,
As I lay on the operating table on my tum, it felt draughty from the back.
The nurses were superior, the doctor sublime
As they tried to take the pain from this 76-year-old body of mine.
Staff nurse Geraldine wheeled me steadily out of the door,
Took me to a waiting place, (I thought I was having some more.)
they offered me food and Something to drink,
I thought that was strange and started to think.
After two hours waiting,
A nurse came along and
I asked if and when I was going to theatre.
Staff nurse Geraldine said "Now then Fred, for two hours you've been in recovery, So now get out of that bed.
Staff gave me my clothes, I was over the moon, while she went for my wife in the waiting room.
Staff took us to her office to give some advice,
It was hardly big enough to house ten mice.
Staff said she was there for 12 hours that day
What a shame to treat our doctors and nurses that way.
Millions have been spent on all sorts of things,
Wouldn't it be better to build them a few extra wings?
These doctors and nurses do a fine job.
We certainly would all be in trouble Without this wonderful mob.
Fred Wallis, Barnard Castle
A SEACOALER'S TALE
I'd like to walk along the beach
but just for now it's out of reach,
I will not cry, I will not fret, it won't be long before I'm free
To gaze and walk along the beach,
to hear the waves crash and roll
I feel it deep inside my soul,
As for footprints in the sand,
come on, friend, take my hand,
I'll tell you tales of new and old about my quest to find black gold,
Men worked so hard in wind and rain
to collect the coal and show no pain.
Night and day the tides arrive,
I watch the waves as they roll in and look for signs upon the sea,
I love this work, it kept me fit,
My mother says when you grow old you'll regret the days and the coal you sold.
In all the years in your quest for gold,
My joints they ache, my hands they crack, My time again - I'd go straight back.
Harry Wells, HMP Holme House
GRANDFATHER'S GRANDFATHER
My lovely old grandfather is very, very tall
He looks so splendid standing there, his back against the wall,
His worn old face is happy too, life really makes him tick,
And as it's half past eleven now, you'll need to make it quick;
For if you come at twelve o'clock, he'll really talk to you,
And time it will move swiftly on, he's lots more things to do
He knows he can just count and count, he's good at maths, you see,
Just counts away, and counts all day, my grandfather for me.
He keeps me right in everything I have to say and do,
He tells me if it's one o'clock, or half past one or two,
And in the night when I'm abed, awake and cannot sleep,
He reminds me of the time of day, and helps me count those sheep,
When morning comes 'tis quite a delight, to hear grandfather chime
Whether it's six, or seven o'clock, or half past eight, or nine;
He never makes a slight mistake, he's always, always good,
And looks so majestic standing there, now have you guessed? You should.
He was my father's father, now what d'ya think of that?
He doesn't need any clothes to wear, not even gloves or hat,
My father's father gave him to my father years ago,
His rhythm and styles immaculate, he's neither fast, nor slow,
Yes I'm positive you've guessed, about my lovely clock,
Standing so sedately there, he hears 'bout every knock
Upon my door, when friends they call, but I'm sure that he would rather
just tick and chime, and tick away, This lovely old grandfather.
Mrs Winfred Richardson, Shildon.
DAYS OF YESTERYEAR
Flying kites and pillow fights
Snowball fights and Christmas lights
Desperate Dan and Superman
The Beano and The Dandy
Bus rides to the sea-side
Roundabouts and penny-slides
Children singing, deck-chair bringing
Sandcastle digging, windmills spinning
First packet of crisps, The smell of fish and chips
Bike rides in the countryside
Jam and bread eating, birthday treating
Pencil drawing, wireless playing
Pictures queueing, front sea viewing
Cartoon showing, musicals booing
Cowboys chasing, all guns blazing
Bowery boys acting, everybody laughing
Corner shop, Messages run,
Two oy's of ham, or a tin of Spam
Bought with happiness, coppers
Threepenny bits, tanner and bobs
Sunny days, winter gales
School caps to safety hats
Pigtails to ponytails
Short pants to long trousers
Happy days, innocent ways
Sunshine days, old-fashioned ways,
Hard-up days, large penny days
Goodtime days, goodbye days
NL Kellet, Sunnybrow
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