Friday, January 20, 2017
Monday, January 9, 2017
A poem to celebrate 2017
- One .... two .... three .... four ....
- Midnight knocking at our door.
- A tall dark stranger waits outside
- Turning away, his face to hide.
- A lump of coal in one black hand -
- What does it mean? Why does he stand?
- Holding his other hand out to us all
- As we welcome him into the midnight hall
- Goodbye to the old year, good luck in the new,
'Come in, dear friend, peace be with you.'
- Ian Serraillier