Northumberland poet Basil Bunting
had the knack to make words sing
His bio colour-filed 'Brigflatts'
always gloss never matt
Stephen has won gold at three sequential Paralympics,
In his event, the club, which you throw with everything,
In Atlanta 1996, in Sydney 2000, then in Athens picks,
And then in 2008 in Beijing he won silver for his fling.
In the 2012 Paras he was captain of the men’s athletics,
Then in 2016 he became an MBE for services to sport,
He lives in Carrington Northumberland where he did affix,
The Freedom of Carrington on 7th February 2014, fort.
It is Now Autumn
It is now autumn
The leaves are changing slowly
The air is cooling
It is now autumn
Time for life to be calmer
Summer all over
It is now autumn
Time to go to school again
Time to learn in class
It is now autumn
The Northumberland Strait chills
Boats return for winter
It is now autumn
Only islanders live here now
The Island is home
How could such a man with diminutive stance,
be the leader of all the armies of France?
A little dictator ruling with a strong arm,
he will be exiled to where he can do no harm.
This leader is considered impetuous and frantic.
He plunged the continent into war like a maniac.
His forces were constantly on the attack.
He is bound for St. Helena in the South Atlantic.
Once overbearing with loquacious vehemence,
this Corsican is now our prisoner with reticence.
Talking to nobody while preferring isolation,
his impulsive military actions ruined his nation.
Although it was for only about a hundred days,
how he regained power was something to amaze.
I have been given orders while anchored out here.
No boats with curiosity seekers shall come near.
He has been handed over to us for his arduous journey.
The HMS Bellerophon is considered unseaworthy.
I have received word that he is now in our hand.
We shall set sail for the south on the Northumberland.
Feeling the serenity that knows all its powers
Unwinding the mazes not knowing what devours
To sprinkle the liquid as each we do walk
Inside is the garden where we meet and talk
Silence is golden in the garden there is love
Up high in the clear skies
Does fly the white dove