The idea of Anne's Poetry Corner came about when we were looking at providing a number of 'interest and activity areas' on La Rose Blanche's new website. A place where residents could celebrate and contribute to groups that share their interests - a poetry and short story group was suggested by one of the residents - Anne's Poetry Corner, was born.
The idea of dedicating a Poetry Corner to Anne seemed a good way to remember a past resident and kick-start this future interest area online assisted by the fact that Anne had left me access to copious copyrighted poems and stories that will help to get things moving and hopefully inspire others to do the same.
Maureen Anne Carrington-Churchward or Annie as she was known to her friends, was a prolific writer of short simple poetry and a short story writer with many publications to her credit. The simplicity of Anne's poems reflect an almost Blytonesque outlook on the British countryside and its people during the 50s. The nostalgia she invokes with these simple passages often suggest an old photograph from the album and the pairing of poem and picture is what we try to achieve.
We hope that Anne's passion for this art form serves as an inspiration to other residents or indeed potential residents of La Rose Blanche to join in the fun of Anne's Poetry Corner sharing their poems, short stories and pictures with us all here. Poetry Corner is open to all - old or young nostalgic or futuristic - all are welcome! So the next time it rains - get the grandkids reading or writing and contributing poems - who knows we might inspire a future Pam Ayres.
Annie's brother - Peter Churchward
Contribute your poem or short story Here.
La Rose Blanche, The White Rose
It's magic, an enigma, it's Never Never Land
The swimming pool, the water is so blue
There's even a dog called Roo
President Jim thought he'd retired
but from morning till night he's on call!
Does Ros have a smile while distributing the post?
I have to confess - I get the most!
There's Lin and Joan, where we have a moan
(but they put it right)
Club Steward Ann and Paul at the bar
they see there's nothing to mar
The park is immaculate, trees abound
There's even lime blossom - a good tea I've found
So let's give a cheer, a high 5
Glad to be alive
At La Rose Blanche, The White Rose
It's magic, an enigma, it's Never Never Land
Happy memories of me down by the sea,
Building sand castles when only three.
Donkey rides, ice cream and pop,
Toffee apples and pink worded rock.
Dear Mum and Dad and Uncle Jack,
Punch and Judy and all that.
Now they have all gone and I am so sad,
But oh so grateful for the best Mum and Dad
Two little rabbits went into town,
just to have a look round.
Where have all the Greengrocers gone?
With carrots and lettuce to nibble on!
So Bertie and Bertha set off for home,
It is far more fun in the country to raom!
Hello, I'm a jar of peanut butter,
Well I never, I hear you mutter.
The home where I live is like a prison,
But there again, it was not my decision.
In a huge supermarket is where I am,
Stacked on shelves with tins of pineapple and ham!
Rows and rows of jars, packets and tins,
Chocolates, cornflakes, biscuits and things.
With our own tiny space and bar-code, a number you see,
Just like a prisoner in prison, but not for me.
I patiently wait for someone to buy,
Then I start to worry and wonder why?
Next I'm tossed in that dreadful trolley.
with food and a wet brolly!
Rattled and banged around, then to the check-out.
As I go through the scanner, "I'm so frightened," I shout.
Next stuffed in a bag with goodness knows who!
Yes, baked beans, tea, pork chops and a sausage or two,
Now this is the day I looked forward to for so long ..
Now I wish I was back on the shelf - as this is all wrong!
In Treacle-Tart village down in the West.
Was a treacle mine - one of the very best.
Workmen said 'it was sucked up through a sieve,'
But so thick and sticky, how could that be?
Such strange goings on really puzzle me!
SUBMIT A CONTRIBUTION HERE
Have you written a great poem or short story? Share it!
The only rule we follow is .... It must be clean and respectful of La Rose Blanche and its residents and all your own work!
Click below to see contributions from other visitors to Anne's Poetry Corner...
Little snow man An all seeing blanket sleeping amongst the trees Immaculate and white as far as eye can see Waiting for the children and …
Dear Karen, It was the 8th of April in New Zealand, as I gave Jean-Paul the wedding band. This was to be Karen and my special day .. as 18 years of courting …
Poppy petals fluttering down
Poppy petals cover the ground.
Every one a soldier lost
How many more lives will it cost?
Oh please, God, let there be peace
We pray let these dreadful wars cease.
Men in the forces losing their lives
The appalling sorrow of their darling wives.
May I ask for what gain?
All this bloodshed, sorrow and pain.
Some are training, others campaigning,
But the bullets are still raining.
People's homes bombed to the ground,
Injured and dead all around.
The pitiful cry of a dying child's body crushed
Then a chilling silence and a deadly hush.
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