Dogeral, Verse and Poetry
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Kathy Hansford
I am now in my eighty-sixth year, and my eyesight has now failed, and I am almost blind, and arthritis has caught up with me too. This last year has seen me go back to my beloved farmhouse, where I spent so many happy years working hard on the farm with my husband and raising eight children along the way. I now have a live-in carer, and so I am able to still visit family and friends with her support. I continue to dictate stories about my life and travels so that I am able to share these with the readers.
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Dogeral, Verse and Poetry - Kathy Hansford
Copyright © 2014 by Kathy Hansford.
ISBN: Softcover 978-1-4990-8740-6
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CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION
THE FOREST IS MY CATHEDRAL
THE FOREST IS MY CATHEDRAL
BUTTERCUPS
LACE
JUST A THOUGHT
SNOW IN THE FOREST
THE FARM
THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING
FETCHING THE COWS
FEBUARY 1983
THE COWS RETURN TO PASTURE AFTER MILKING
THE BULL
OUR COLLIES
NOSTALGIA (1982)
WASHING UP
THE BUS RIDE
CANDLES
MY FRIENDS AND I
A WINTER WALK IN THE PENNINES
ON A HILL ABOVE MATLOCK
IRONBRIDGE, near Coalport Potteries
IRONBRIDGE, Two Bridges
NORWICH RAILWAY STATION 24 June 2003
CLIFTON SUSPENSION BRIDGE
A DAY IN CARLISLE 18 May 2004
BERWICK ON TWEED
AND SOMETIMES I TURN TO DEEPER THOUGHTS…
TRAVELS IN THE BRITISH ISLES
DARTMOOR
ON A WALK NEAR GAINSBOROUGH
SHEFFIELD’S CLAIM TO FAME
SHEFFIELD GENERAL CEMETERY
A THOUGHT
THE BEAR PIT, SHEFFIELD
PETERBOROUGH’S TWO CATHEDRALS 4/2/05
BIN LADEN, THE RED DEER
IN THE OUTER HEBRIDES
BRAY
DUBLIN SUBURBS
CEIDE FIELDS
GALWAY BAY
THE GIANT’S CAUSEWAY
CHILDHOOD MEMORY
TAIL PIECE
FARM POEMS
OUR FIRST FARM
HARVESTING
LITTLE AND LARGE
AUTUMN ON THE LINCOLNSHIRE LEVELS
BALES
HEDGES
HORNCASTLE HORSE FAIR
AND THE FARMER’S MARKET
OUR PIGS
GEORGE
THE THUNDERSTORM
MY VISITOR
THE TRUTH, THE WHOLE TRUTH…
MOTHERHOOD
A PRIVILEGED MUM
REALITY
FARM MOTHER’S WORST NIGHTMARE
OUR THREE TREES
WILDLIFE ON THE FARM
I AM EIGHTY NOW
A FRIEND
A WORLD WAR ONE DITTY
APRIL 28th 2010
THE TREADMILL
THOUGHTS OF A RETIRED FARMER
MOTHER OF EIGHT
MARGARET THE FIRST OF MY CHILDREN
THE BABY KEVIN
MARTIN’S BIRTH 5th JAN 1962
THE RED PIXIE HOOD
THE MEASURING JUG
ANGELA’S BIRTH
RONI’S BIRTH 12th January 1965
RONI’S NAME
THE VISIT
THE BIRTH OF PADDY AND PAUL 1st October 1966
A MOTHER’S WORST NIGHTMARE
JOHN’S BIRTH
THE YELLOW DUSTPAN
KEVIN AT INFANT SCHOOL 1962
THE POTS OF JAM
THE RACE
A SONG FOR KEVIN WHEN IN HOSPITAL HAVING HIS TONSILS OUT
RONI’S BAD NIGHT
BACH’S PRELUDE AND FUGUE IN D
RONI AT JUNIOR SCHOOL
THE LAST TIME I SMACKED ONE OF MY CHILDREN
THE CHOICE
HALTHAM CHURCH
ANGELA’S NIGHT OUT
JOHN’S EXPERIENCE
LOST ON SNOWDONIA
THE TWINS IN AMERICA
PAUL AND AMY’S HORSE
MAGGIE, THE THOUGHTFUL ONE
THE ROWING BOAT
ANGELA
JOHN
THE STOLEN BOAT
A HISTORIC VOYAGE
MAGGIE’S MUSIC
THE NAME FLEMING
MARMITE
RAILWAY POEMS
MY FIRST SOLO TRAIN JOURNEY 1932
THEN… in the 1980s
ANOTHER EARLY MEMORY 1934
OUR HOLIDAY FROM WATERLOO MAIN LINE 1930s
ON LONDON BRIDGE, HIGH LEVEL 1930s
AN ABORTED TRAIN JOURNEY IN THE 1930s
SEMAPHORE SIGNALS
GETTING TO LONDON BRIDGE STATION DURING THE 90 NIGHTS BLITZ
THE SOUTH DEVON COASTAL ROUTE
A NIGHT ON BRISTOL TEMPLEMEADS STATION
CROSSING GATES
A TRAIN JOURNEY
SHEFFIELD RAILWAY STATION December 2007
WANDERLUST ON SHEFFIELD STATION June 2003
SCOUT CUB OUTING
THE VIADUCT, BERWICK ON TWEED
MIDDLESBOROUGH STATION
SAM THE DOG ON EDALE STATION 2003
A DAY ON WHITBY’S RAILWAY Oct 2007
STIXWOULD STATION
ON THE WAY TO SHEFFIELD, AD 1999
RAILWAY GOODS TRAFFIC
NOW
LIAM, MY GRANDSON
RAILWAY LINES
TRAVELLING IN THE SEVERN VALLEY Feb 2006
TICKETS
IN 1963
TEACHERS AND PUPILS
GRAMMAR SCHOOL TEACHER’S PARENTS’ EVENING
MAGGIE’S PROBLEM AT THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL
TEACHING MUSIC
OFFICIALDOM
RONI’S CHILDREN
ONE DOESN’T ALWAYS KNOW ONE’S CHILDREN
RONI’S GLASSES
DEREK, THE DEAF BOY
BENDING THE SYSTEM
A GOOD NATURED HEAD
TATTERSHALL CASTLE
NURSERY
TATTERSHALL CASTLE
AND TONY
THE MONKEY
AND THE ELEPHANT
BOYS WILL BE BOYS
MICHAEL
A SCHOOL TRAIN TRIP FROM BOSTON TO PETERBOROUGH
GENERAL ELECTION
OFSTED
OFSTED INSPECTIONS
JOHN
ME, MY FAMILY, FRIENDS AND OTHER FOLK
ME
I AM COMPUTER ILITERATE 1996
I’VE BOUGHT MYSELF AN ELECTRONIC TOY 1998
THE LONDON TO BRIGHTON ROAD
THE OLD COG
MY SLAVES
SEAN, MY HUSBAND
SEAN’S MEMORIAL
ON THE WICKLOW MOUNTAINS
MY GREAT GRANDFATHER
FISH KNIVES AND FORKS
AUGUST TO OCTOBER 1926 A.D.
A MOTHER’S BROKEN NIGHT
PAUL, On being the proud owner of a moped 1982
PAUL, SCHOOL BOY AMBITION
MY FRIENDS AND I
THE STOLEN FRISBEE
A WOMAN OF FAITH
MY NEIGHBOUR
ROBERTA HALL
TRILOGY AD 1885
TRILOGY AD 1985
TRILOGY CONVERSATION AD 2085
LIFE IS CHEAP IN BLACK AFRICA
MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS
GONE ARE THE DAYS
THE GULF WAR
JIM
MY FINAL PRAYER
CHRISTMAS POEMS
ROBIN
KING JOHN’S CHRISTMAS
THE YELLOW WELLIES
THE CHRISTMAS TREE IN TRAFALGAR SQUARE
THE OLD LADY
WE THREE KINGS
ON CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE MORNING
THE HOLLY AND THE IVY
TO THE TUNE OF ‘GOOD KING WENCELESLAS’
SANTA CLAUS
CHRISTMAS 2002
MY LITTLE CHRISTMAS TREE
CHRISTMAS IN A MUSLIM STATE
SANTA RIDES THE ROCKING HORSE
SANTA CLAUS 2
THE DOLL’S CHRISTMAS PARTY
THE LEGEND OF ST NICHOLAS, THE BISHOP OF PADUA
THE ROCKING HORSE
TEDDY
TWO CHRISTMAS CARDS
THE CHRISTMAS CARD
MARTIN’S BIRTH
EPIPHANY
THE AFTERMATH OF EPIPHANY
DIFFICULTIES WITH MILKING
THE NATIVITY SCENE
A MEASLEY CHRISTMAS
MY BEST CHRISTMAS, BUT NOT SEAN’S
THE CHRISTMAS TREE
CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS
INTRODUCTION
Kathy Handsford is only a pen name, my real name is Kathleen Fleming, which I had to use for my last book for fear of upsetting my husband.
Kathy Handsford was my small contribution to women’s lib, why should I have to use the name of my husband, or my father for that matter when poetry is a very personal creation?
Handsford, is my middle name.
The Germans, under Hitler, were very wrong in culling any body with a handicap, because my handicap is a very mild form of dyslexia.
My grandson has inherited it from me unfortunately. But I didn’t find out why I was such a bad speller until he was diagnosed. However, the handicap has helped me write poetry because where as you usually choose a general subject, in poetry you choose a title for each poem and précis your thoughts to fit the verses and this is something I have become good at as I had to use it a lot at school.
My first memory of school was confusion between SAW and WAS, the teacher tried so hard to show me the difference by saying ‘S-S-S-Saw and W-W-W-Was’, but I couldn’t see a difference.
One started from the left, the other from the right. She eventually gave up and slapped me on the knuckles with a ruler as she thought I was playing up!!!!!
I wrote my poetry books as small booklets, one each year and sent them to friends along with their Christmas cards, and here they all are in a collection for you to enjoy.
THE FOREST IS
MY CATHEDRAL
1.jpgPainting used to be my hobby, but now that my sight has deteriorated, I have turned to poetry.
I call the wood behind my farm, ‘my forest,’ which the Forestry Commission and the local shoot kindly look after.
THE FOREST IS MY CATHEDRAL
The forest’s my Cathedral,
With countless columns of oak
Much loved by country folk.
Tall pines make the nave arcade.
Hazels grow in the glade,
Gothic windows they create,
Fan vaulting too, they decorate
With pendant catkins of old gold.
As warmer summer days unfold
The trees reflect the liturgy,
Green the colour of Trinity,
Pigeons providing the plainsong chant.
Countless songbirds join the choir,
Descant skylarks on the wing,
Blackbird’s solo anthems sing,
Each with careful chosen perch.
Autumn colours paint my church,
With copper, bronze, and yellow leaves,
They gently flutter from the trees.
When winter days are damp and cold,
Advent’s sombre grey and brown
Await the season’s gorgeous crown
When the Christmas babe is born.
With coming of Epiphany,
All is clothed in purest white
Glistening in the hoar frost light,
And flakes of snow, the New Year greet.
Again, in penitential Lent,
Nature’s still in slumber deep,
No warmth to rouse her from her sleep,
Then, with longer, lighter days.
Comes the long awaited Spring,
With Easter’s resurrection theme,
Nature rises from her dream,
And all the forest bursts with life.
BUTTERCUPS
We used to pick buttercups in our play.
‘Do you like butter?’ we would say,
With the yellow colour transforming the skin
Of an unsuspecting playmate’s chin.
No longer do I rob the grass
Of spangled jewels, as in the past.
Yellowiest of yellow, flowering gold.
Do you see the yellow that I behold?
What a monochrome of brilliant tone,
Are buttercups to cattle known?
The passing fly’s mosaic eye,
What prismed pattern does he spy?
Do minute creatures see each cell,
A hologram who can tell?
Are multiblends of colour bred
With ultraviolet, infrared?
Mischievous light, reflecting bright
On so many forms of sight.
When varied hues does yellow display
When buttercups blossom in glorious array?
LACE
Walking down the dyke in autumn,
I see many a spider’s web,
Embroidered with the morning dew.
They’re gracefully spun from reed to reed.
Me, the clumsy monster beast
Rue the damage that I do
Ripping apart delicate thread,
Which spiders diligently repair,
Patiently mending every tear,
All to catch the unwary fly
To make a luscious morning feast.
They eat until they’ve had their fill,
Then, growing