Music to My Ears: Poems That Span over Seven Decades
By Minnie Wren
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This compilation of writings spans seven decades of poems and limericks inspired by all manner of subjects and people that Minnie Wren came across during her life. Her works are listed in the index at the beginning of the book.
Minnie Wren
Minnie Wren was born I South Africa in 1917. Her father was a school teacher and her mother a housewife. She married in Johannesburg in 1942. She had a love for poetry from an early age and wrote poems on any subject that came to mind. This work is a tribute to the cultural heritage that she has left her five children and their descendants.
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Music to My Ears - Minnie Wren
Copyright © 2012 by Minnie Wren.
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Rev. date: 03/08/2016
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Contents
Minnie Irene Wren neé Jackson
MINNIE IRENE JACKSON
Wishful Thinking
My Poems
Inheritance
Such is a Rebel
Two Faced
My Favourite Fruit
Greed Doesn’t Pay
Witch Confused
Fruity
And
Rhyme
Beestly
Those Parents
Henrietta’s Cold
Lovelorn Swain
To Aubrey
I Met My Man
MINNIE WREN
Not like Mother’s
First Attempt
My Firstborn
Achievement
The Lost Toy
Teach Your Children
Habit
Sensible Me
Reflections on Wartime
Poison to the Liver
Dutch Courage
League of Nations
Letter Home
Scandalous
Youth and Age
Something Nauseous
Take a Plain Guy
Mr. Right?
The ‘Other’ Woman
Divorce is a Stigma
For the Adulterer
If and But
God’s Mills Grind Slow
There was a Man
Of the Moon
My Friend Mary
Rules
To a Marguerite Daisy
Some Grains of Gold
Count the Cost
God Provides
Sundays, after Dinner
Children are a Blessing
Ode to Maturity
A Deserted Wife’s Lament
Heard on the Bus
Old-fashioned Values
The Creeping Death
Hooray It’s Gone
Strange Encounter
Limericks
A Nice Guy.
Swear it
A Tip for Gardeners
Quite a Silly Word
Johannesburg Harriers Athletic Club
The Best Club
The Fastest Runners
Winners All
M O T H E R
Regrets
I recall
Young at Heart
Philanderer
Angie and Books
Vexing Memory
Unconfirmed Marvel
Imagination
Envy
Send Your Request
First letter—A Bad Buy
The Sewing Machine Saga
First Reply
Second Letter
Second Reply
Debbie’s Desires
Advertisements
Impressive ‘Garden City’
Dearest Dad on Father’s Day
Dubitable Poet
The Referendum
Election Slogans
Campaign Slogans
My Surname
Good for Evil
Dear Brian & Marietjie
Metaphor Love
True Friendship
Tribute to a Teacher at Damelin
To Neville
Just Dessert
For Mum
Narrow Escape
Adapted—For Karen
To Alison and Josè
They Don’t Believe Me—1995
Breakaway
Travelling Companions
More Limericks
Rhymes for a Gift
Art Book
China Dolls
Easel
Oil Paints
Printer’s Tray
Script Pen
Skates
21st Key
Watch
Wood Carving Set
Water Paints
CHRISTIAN
Conversion
Last Call
Bridle the Tongue
The Bread of Life
The Volume Divine
For Busy People
Spiritual Comfort.
Somebody Else
Too Busy
No Time
Time
The Boy’s Best Book
Visit of a New Religion.
Redemption
The Gospel of Safe Driving
A Driver’s Prayer
We Must Testify
On Philippians 4:8
God’s in Control
A Home
A Book for all Tastes.
The Listening Disciple
The Jewish Faith
Joseph
Something Freely Given
My Master
The Easter Story
My walk with Jesus
Our Lord’s Parables
The Spiritual Railway
Don’t Spare the Rod
No Longer a Heathen
SOUTH HILLS BAPTIST
God Wants Change
She has Gone
Unappreciated
Our Ladies’ Fellowship
Epic of South Hills B.W.A.
Part-time Pastor
Letter to a Former Pastor
A Faithful Warrior
Cast Your Votes
Best Women Anywhere
Farewell Mrs Strydom
Congratulations
To a Wonderful Couple
Our Church Moderator
The Pryors
Pollyanna
To God be the Glory
To Rex Mathie
AGM Voting Time Again
Bless our Anniversary
Views
Norman Flowers
A Tribute to the Oliviers
B.W.A.—A.G.M.
Opening Choruses
Open in Prayer
Business at Hand
Collection
Minutes
Financial Report
Elections
Dedication
Thanks to Retiring Committee
Closing Message
Closing Prayer
Closing Song
Best Wishes
A Wise Decision
Ladies Too Can Serve
South Hills Baptist Church.
Some of the folks in S.H.B.C. Congregation
Our Student Pastor
To Walter o’Maarch
Our Spiritual Home
An Oldster’s Testimony
Dear Gladys
Farewell Winnie
Our Church Magazine
JOY
Old Man Kraus
A Very Special Nurse
Nora Lean
Fashion Conscious
An Ideal Wife
Wedded Bliss
Illusive Fortune
Betsy Swart
C.W. Hutton
Gillian Waring
Isobel Schultz
Famous Jamous.
Norma Marx
Percy Fiamingo
Accident Prone
Annegret Kleinecke
Don’t Shorten Her Name
Sybil Matthews
Dear Sybil
A Kindly Gentleman
Ode to JOY
Snip
A Swell Company
A Book Full of JOY
Auriol Bologno
A Sweet Man
Retired Rally Racer
Portrait of a Family
To Annegret
Unity
Kenneth Pearce
Invitation to a Party
Bring & Braai
Zoe O’Brien
JOY Works Smarter
Success Story—Promotions
Dark Secrets
A Most Considerate Man
She has Ambition
Faithful Amanda
Little Laetitia
Thank You, Mercedes.
A Tribute to Margaret
To Candy
Welcome Back
For Your Information
Sue’s Noble
Full of JOY
Not So Gay, Divorcee.
Disabled is a Label
A Proud Record
This Guy’s Humour
He’s a Clown
Dear Alan
A Competent Guy
Nerve Wracking
A Well-Earned Rest
Goodbye Sister Mac
Our Industrial Nurse
Sweet Sue
Joy Sullivan
None so Brave
Bewildered
Cheerful Maggie
Sweet Repose
Records Supervisor
A Man of Worth
Sandy Sanstrom
Bird Sanctuary
Support Our Paper, Please
Thanks
Pensioner’s Day
INCLEDON
Experience Counts
A Regular Trooper
Conscientious
Gert Smith
Mr Commins
Carol van Wyk at Incledon
Farewell to Carol
We’re Moving
Elsie Mohlabane
Ons Tant Lettie
I Love to Work
OCTOGENARIAN
Our Tribute
This Earthly House
Great and Small
A Painful Period
AFRIKAANSE GEDIGTE
Ons Pastoor
Bedagsame Phlippie
Vriend Louis
’n Aangename Reis
’n Gawe Man
Slampamper Sirkus
Marlene Hamman
Alda
Hy Kry Verhoging
Ansa
Uitmekaar
Ontnugter
Moeder
Minnie Irene Wren neé Jackson
A tribute to our precious mother
Minnie Irene Jackson was born on 17th September 1917 in Bethulie, a town near the Orange River in the Orange Free State of South Africa. She was a very placid but sickly child, the eldest of eleven children. Having been born with a ‘caul’ (part of the amniotic membrane or sac) on her face, which was seen as a sign of good luck in medieval times and was regarded as a valuable talisman, Minnie was thought to have been born with extra sensory perception due to the myth surrounding one born with this extra ‘skin’ on their face.
Minnie loved poetry all her life and started putting her thoughts into rhyme at a very early age. Unfortunately a lot of her poems were never kept. The poems found were compiled into this work a year after her death.
Minnie met her future husband, Wally Wren, in Johannesburg in 1940 when she was 23. They married in Johannesburg in 1942. They had three children in the space of eight years; and then two more children in 1956 and 1958.
Minnie worked until the age of 78 and wrote limericks and poems of everyone she worked with, went to church with or met on the bus. Her masterpieces (in my opinion) are the letters she wrote in rhyme when she complained to a company about a product she had bought from them. When they had replaced the product she sent them another letter in rhyme thanking them for their good service.
She always said that poetry was like ‘music to my ears’.
Minnie Wren died at the age of 92 on 26th April 2010 and is sorely missed.
Her original poems spanning from 1931 to 2005 are enclosed in this work. Compiled by her youngest daughter, Beverley Wren.
June 2011
1.jpgPhoto taken in 1940—Minnie Jackson at the age of 23
Minnie Irene Jackson
Wishful Thinking
Wish that I could a poet be,
To tell the beauties of flower and tree,
Of birds and beasts and forest glade,
And all the things that God has made.
Would that I could my thoughts express,
On the wild nature of the wilderness,
And like great poets of old time,
Write in rare and perfect rhyme.
If beautiful poems I could write,
They’d be of joy and the delight
Of love; a mother’s tender love,
And of the wonders up above.
I’d write of strange lands, foreign ports,
And tell you all my loveliest thoughts,
Of music and song and the hopes I build
On the dreams with which my life is filled.
-o-o-o-o-o-
M I Jackson—1931 (Age 14)
My Poems
I like my poems, they’re simple and plain,
In liking my poetry, I hope I’m not vain,
I like poems that rhyme, as poems should,
And I like poetry that can be understood.
-o-o-o-o-o-
M I Jackson—1934
Inheritance
I was surprised, when uncle died,
And left me all his wealth.
Some plate of gold, which I was told,
That he had gained by stealth.
Two silver lamps, a few rare stamps,
And a great big flashy car.
With loads of cash, to cut a dash,
When I want to travel far.
-o-o-o-o-o-
(I can dream, can’t I?)
M I Jackson—1932
Such is a Rebel
If I were to be rebellious at school,
I would not obey a single rule.
I’d run around the class and see,
That all the others followed me.
When teacher talked, I’d loudly shout,
And run off - if she tried to clout.
I’d tear the books, and slam the door,
And scuffle sand upon the floor.
My homework I wouldn’t do at all,
Because of friends who often call.
If I should fail I just won’t care,
Those who do are just plain square.
-o-o-o-o-o-
M I Jackson—1933
Two Faced
Our holiday we spent at Trefusis,
Where the manager very profuse is,
He’s polite to his guests,
Behind their backs calls them pests,
And hurls at his servants abuses.
-o-o-o-o-o-
M I Jackson—1933
My Favourite Fruit
A fruit that I dig,
Is a ripe juicy fig,
My appetites not big,
But I’ll eat like a pig,
From a bowl full of fig.
-o-o-o-o-o-
M I Jackson—1933
Greed Doesn’t Pay
Today some apples mother bought,
I took the best one, (so I thought),
But when into the fruit I bit,
I spied a worm! No! Half of it!
I flung it far, with all my might,
And brother said, "It serves you right,
For grabbing, oh so greedily,
See now you’ve lost it speedily."
-o-o-o-o-o-
Witch Confused
Witch Hazel & her twin witch Lee,
Were alike as two pods in a pea,
When their Aunt came to tea, She cried, "Oh! Dearie me,
I’ve struck a hitch, which witch is which,
Which Hazel? . . . Which Lee?
-o-o-o-o-o-
M I Jackson—1940 (Age 23)
Fruity
A girl will sometimes say,
She doesn’t care a fig for Janet,
Why limit it to just one fruit,
Why not a pomegranate?
And here’s another problem too,
With which I fail to grapple,
They call a pretty girl a ‘peach’,
Why not call her an apple?
-o-o-o-o-o-
And
Quite unplanned,
It’s come to hand,
That Joanie Rand,
Looks very grand,
Upon the stand,
With a band,
When she’s canned,
Or getting tanned,
In her bikini,
On the strand.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Rhyme
At home I spend a lot of time,
Putting some of my thoughts into rhyme.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Beestly
A bee stung baby, poor little mite,
Not very badly, gave her a fright;
Up in the ceiling, do father, please,
Put up the ladder, remove all the bees.
A bee stung Molly, while reading her book,
Now she has a horrible, one-sided look;
Can’t do her homework, using one