Sally Davis 

Cheltenham, UK 

  
 
 

I was born 19th Nov. 1954 in Cheltenham. My parents both still live in Cheltenham. Their names are Mr. Heinz Gintaut and Irene Gintaut, my mothers maiden name was Winston. I am one of four sisters: June, Ruth both older than myself and one younger by 4 years named Susan. I went to Bibury Infants School and then to Charlton Kings Secondary Modern. I've had a very simple background, living in the country when a small child. My parents moved to Cheltenham when I was about 10 years old. I think living in the country must have influenced some of my poetry which I feel and write now. I am divorced and have no children. My poetry and my work in sales are great healers through the journey of life. I hope also that others will enjoy reading and being able to relate to my work which is felt from the heart.
 

The River of Life 

Flow flow flow,  
How gentle it is 
Ripple here ripple there 
It narrows it curves it's 
up and down.  
Then suddenly it's very fast  
Out of control, almost 
Yes there's a bridge to cross,  
It's white and frothy and quite 
Different,  
From the very gentle stream 
That the river had started from.  
The beginning of life 
The middle of life 
And the bridges to be crossed 
During life 

Butterfly 

Butterfly, butterfly,  
Hopping, fluttering, colours 
Why won't you stay for a while?  
You look so pretty 
sitting still in the 
bright sunshine 
foliage green, wings bright.  
Stay oh! Stay!  
My pretty butterfly.  
Be my friend for a  
moment longer 
than a moment. 

Jazz

Jazz the ritz 
And the glamour, 
The razzmatazz. 
The sounds that one hears 
Takes you to another realm, 
The tones 
The bass, trumpet and drums 
Each has a sound 
Very much to one's 
Ear to please. 
Pleasure of Jazz 
Razzmatazz 
Jazz Jazz Jazz.

Lotti Madness

Life is a lottery, 
Lottery Madness, 
Lottery tessa's savings, love, money galore, 
Lotta bottle we must have, 
Lotta things to do 
Lotta things to cope with in the great lottery of life. 
Take the bottle 
In your hand, and you will succeed 
in the biggest lottery of all, 
life. 
Precious, demanding 
Hard work. 
The greatest gift, 
The lottery of life.
 

All poems Copyright © 1997 Sally Davis. All rights reserved.