Kathleen Cooper

Derbyshire, High Peak, UK

I was born Aug.14th, 1934 at Chunal, Glossop, Derbyshire. My parents were farmers, Edgar and Ellen Halliam. I had two brothers, John Edgar and Stephen. I was a pupil at Whitfield School and West End School, Glossop. I married George Ernest Cooper, a farmers son of Hayfield, Derbyshire, on July 11th, 1953. I have six children: Norman, Leslie, Derek, Joy, Diane and Roger. I like everything connected with the countryside. I think the Derbyside High Peak District is beautiful. I just hope whoever may read my poetry will enjoy it.

Christmas Roses

Christmas roses white as milk,
Petals soft, and smooth as silk,
Adding charm to Christmas Fare
Your beauty is beyond compare.

Christmas roses sweet and white
Look exquisite by candlelight.
Standing by the Christmas tree
Beautiful, pure, simplicity.

The Brave And The Bold

He wasn't very big
And he wasn't very strong
But he fought for his country
Be it right or wrong,
Little more than a child as he handled a gun,
And his parents prayed for their only son.
Over the country the battle raged on
And his parents prayed for their only son,
They longed to take him by the hand,
Away, from that horrible war-torn land,
Although he was wounded he fought on still
The shots rang out over valley and hill.
But his comrades found him,
Stiff and cold,
The bullet scarred body
Of the brave and the bold

Night-Time Hunter

In the stillness of the night
The owls hoot strikes the air,
Warning the woodland creatures
The owl hunts, so beware,
Camouflaged by the branches
In the tree top high,
He scans the woodland grasses
For a meal that might pass by.

The owl has a family waiting
In a tumbled-down barn wall,
And while the owl is hunting
They wait there for his call.

Then swiftly as an arrow,
And claws like sharpened steel,
The owl swoops down into the grass
He's caught the evening meal,
Perhaps a rabbit, or a vole,
Which dared to venture out,
Will make a tasty supper
For the baby owls, no doubt.