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The father of her children, is nowhere to be seen.
Nobody knows his whereabouts and no-one knows where he has OBITUARIES
been.
He never was a father, to whom as children they could go, He was proud of the Allen and Hanbury (later Glaxo) Golf Days at
And a daddy as a daddy was not someone they could know. Montrose and elsewhere; likewise the cricket matches against South
It’s strange to me and you, but that’s what tarantulas do. Wales doctors, London doctors and the rest. “All part of marketing you
That’s what tarantulas do, in deepest darkest Peru. know.”

I don’t know how long it takes before a little one speaks. On moving to Briantspuddle John joined East Dorset Golf Club and after
It may take several days, but then it could take several weeks. Eileen’s death in 2007 he became club captain 2008/9. He loved the club,
When a toddler asks the “where is daddy”, question of his mum, the people, the long walk on the course, the
She’d have to say “I ate him and I swallowed every crumb”. conversation and banter, and the clubhouse. He was
very proud to be captain at the age of 84.
It’s strange to me and you, but that’s what tarantulas do.
That’s what tarantulas do, in deepest darkest Peru. He died on 10 July after a few days in hospital but
th
You need your wits to woo. That’s what tarantulas do. had still managed to see his much valued ‘Red Wine
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That’s what tarantulas do, in deepest darkest Peru. Club Boys’ a few days earlier for the last time on 30
June.
Paul J Openshaw

Life’s design A Picture of Holland

Have you seen the design they drew I’ll paint you a picture with words
The plan drawn up for life? Rather than an artist’s brush -
What role do you play in it - To shade for you this tranquil scene
Is it carpenter, banker or wife? Far from life’s madding rush.

For we are all just like players Willows drape and dip in the pools
Acting on life’s giant stage; Lightly kissing the bank on the edge.
Just like characters in history Herons stand tall and motionless
With new heroes on every page. Waiting patiently, keen eyes on the
sedge.
And some are destined to be the stars
Playing roles in leading scenes; Mallards float by, a score at a time
While most of us are just extras The water ripples as it drifts.
Playing little parts and “in betweens”. Reeds hold up their long green stems
Just like sentries guarding the rifts.
But we can challenge destiny
Try to aim for a starring part - As the mist unfolds over the fields
If we can learn to do our best A lapwing tumbles in the skies.
And play every role from the heart. A windmill slowly turns it’s sails
In this scene – the Dutch Paradise.
Eileen Richardson
Eileen Richardson

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