1. 'You are my teacher' a poem by Femi T. Odeku

    By Femi T. Odeku


    You are my super Hero without cape

    To others you are sick, weak and damaged

    To me you are my Hero

  2. "My Town" a poem by Margaret Jacob, C&C resident at Blackham House

    by Margaret Jacob,  Blackham House

    Winner of the Poetry competition 2014


    I was invited to write a ditty,

    About a village, town or city,

    A place that I call home,

    This could be Windsor, Brighton or Rome.

    For me, it’s none of these,

    But listen please,

    To write about what is near, what I hold dear or what I fear, Is hard, my-oh-my, But I will try


  3. Glorious London

    by Barbara Van Doren


    I’ve always been here – living here, - just loving "city vibe".

    I’ve thrived and grown-up in this town, - a member of "the tribe".

    I’ve loved the bustle, love the feel of many things to do.

    I’m spoilt for choice, with plays and music, exhibitions too.


  4. London

    by Alice Matama, Vivian Court


    I started a bingo game, for those

    Who can’t go out, every fortnight


  5. Management-speak haiku

    by Tom Bobbin, Marketing & Communications Officer

    Winner of the Poetry competition 2014


    Blue sky manager

    Upskilled now going forward


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  1. A hero or heroine?

    By Margaret Dobson


    I remember with gratitude that I cannot adequately express how my life was set upon a course of expansion, departing from a bucolic status in a tiny war beaten town and blossoming into an adventure into the world of learning in the hinterland of London.


  2. A memory of first times…

    By Janet Ikin


    Wendy the first born as she got older she wanted to learn to ride a two wheeler. Came the day, in our road people did not have many cars.

    So Wendy on the bike, me behind telling her what to do. Wobble, wobbles, the handle bars everywhere but straight, at least she is still pedalling and I am still running.


  3. Heroes & Heroines

    By Ernest Hemingway


    Your books were the first that I remember being really excited by. In fact, they probably gave me a life-long love of books. Your style has come to be much imitated though rarely bettered in my opinion. I believe your profession was originally in journalism - a war correspondent for the New York Times. 


  4. My grandfather

    By Tom Mohan


    My grandfather was somewhat eccentric. He caught rats and kept them as pets. On Sundays he played the organ in the village church. He once kept a rat in his jacket pocket and it jumped out during the service. My grandfather chased it and the resulting chaos can be imagined, some of the congregations being scared and some being highly amused. The vicar, naturally enough, was highly annoyed.


  5. My Grandmother’s Story

    By Ann McMarlow


    (This is my Grandmother’s voice)

    I was born in 1887 in West Row, near Bury St Edmunds. My mother had three children, so I had two brothers Sam and Manan. We were quite poor, but we were happy, as my father worked hard so we just about scraped by, as wages were very low.


  6. September

    By Margaret Dobson


    The advent of September almost always brings to mind the start of WW11. I was a child but old enough to understand that something momentous was happening. 



  7. September Memories

    By John Macewen


    Many of my fondest memories of my youth seem to centre around September. That month seems to provoke a strange sad yet happy emotion. Sad that summer was passing away again with all its fun but happy to be returning to the world of school with all its friendships and activities.


  8. This garden set me to dreaming

    By Janet Ikin


    All the sounds, colours of the flowers, bees buzzing, butterflies, all sorts of animals. Down the garden path I go all in a world of my own. This garden set me to dreaming.


  9. This is about the month of September

    By Ann McMarlow


    This is about trees, and why I love every tree I see. With their branches and what grows on them. Such as the majestic chestnut, with its bright shiny horse chestnuts that squirrels seem to love. Then there is the Cedar tree, Birch, Beech and Fir tree, all so different from each other. 


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