Gladys Brunell 

Westcliff-on-Sea, Essex, UK 

My interest in poetry developed when at an early age I studied elocution and drama at the Earlham Academy in Forest Gate, E. London. Later as a teacher I specialized in English and Commerce. I obtained a B.A. (Hons) degree in Psychology, and lectured in Educational Psychology. My husband is a lecturer and I have two adult children, Geoffrey and Carol and two grandchildren, Scarlett and Jasmine. Hobbies include travelling, gardening and painting. My poems are the result of feelings and impressions received and to which others can relate and thereby understand and share experiences. Membership: English Speaking Union, Fellow of Society of Teachers Bus. Ed., Published "Typewriting and English."

Words

Words bring to all a message
Hope and joy they also pressage.
Build relationships true and kind
Set the standard of every mind.

They enter in the race to thrive
To live long and stay alive
Greet each day with a perfect thrill
Make the eyes speak at will.

Where would be lost so much grace
Without these changes to the expressionless face.
Words can seethe and words can chide
Words are chosen with things to hide.

Words bring us through each single day
And words build the whole as we go on our way
Books are the treasure trove of the mind
Made from words of every kind.

Words are inventive, creative too,
They give shape, form and meaning to all we do.
Words give pleasure - fixed beyond measure
In poetry for all to read at leisure.

In Love With Rome

It is like a monument to man
Who has built this beauty alone,
Has carved and hewn from stone
Has decorated, painted and enshrined
History with his own hand and mind.

How can so much celebration
Exist as it does in Rome?
Such perfect adoration
Such earthly joy in Creation
It is here and here alone.