ANDY Keast has reacted with bemusement by Clive Stuart-Smith's England axe. The scrum-half, who moved to Worcester in the summer as one of England's 'elite' players, was yesterday removed from the 56-man squad drawn up by new national coach Andy Robinson
Traffic lights a-plenty Pedestrian crossings by the score Parking bays for camera vans And there's so much more. Improvements on the Roman Road Will only help a few. The Rotherwas Relief Scheme Will it benefit you? On these costs we could have saved And
by Donald Harley Nott (1908-96) Oh let me now praise God's countye Of credit and renown, The shire of hops and cider-tree And Hereford cattle brown. The Worcester Vale bides in the east And Wales is in the west, But God's countye is twixt the two And
By Gerhard Stroebel-Kampf Eagles spread their wings across the foaming tumblers, Orange tree, the gateway to ritzy garters of your forgotten Mitred gates, Of alabaster sound, a proud and sordid pinnacle atop the golden fleece, From which I plucked a sacred
By David Price, Woolhope We would lie in the long grass, And I would stroke your hair. A nocturne would be playing, As a fading butterfly dances her last, In the cooling twilight air. There is an end to love at its most glorious, And for us I would have
Anon Down to the Butter Market, for a cup of tea, Pop up into Chadd's cafe for another one or three, Wander to the Bus Station and nip in for some char, Then back up to Ascari's, it's really not that far. The Tudor tea rooms next, The Marches, Gaffers
By Alec Haines Thank you Lord for my bed. Thank you for all the blessings you have showered upon me this day and every day. Thank you for your mercy shown towards me, a wicked, vile and cruel sinner, not worthy to receive any of your gifts, but you are
By Paul Hackett Unfolding across a hill, a Rome of the Marches, Narrow streets of tar crying out to be cobbled car free tracks Crawl like ivy amid esoteric shops, pubs and retail chain stores. I ask myself, 'where am I?' A Hill Town: a Shropshire renege
By Rita Hughes-Rowland FOR the Coronation My brother Gordon John Bought Mum - a television! To watch it all upon! He bought mum a "fat" T.V. A 12" screen We watched while eating up our tea. The neighbours and our cousins They all came to call Spilling
by Margaret R Bevan. Wars! Why must there be wars, This so unhappy earth, Is it because of religion, race or creed, Must people die to prove their worth? Their territory encroached by others, Their land...God's land at war, Why can't people learn to love
By a 12-year-old Leominster resident Transport is the problem of this nation Because John Prescott took a life-long vacation. He had his two Jags because public transport lags. He used the excuse "The wife needs more hair mousse". Why don't you practise
By Dennis Barrett We took our child a gift today. To the grave where she does lay. It was a windmill we put it there. So she could feel the wind in her hair. She never had the chance to live. All our love we couldn't give. So when life is hard and a strain
Let me not impatient be because they are so slow; Let me not think secretly, "I wish they had more 'GO'"; Let me respectfully remember their years are three score and more; Let me have the sympathy to comfort their aged body's disability; Let me have
SKIPPER Gavin O'Toole will be missing when Evesham United bid to extend their unbeaten home record in the Southern League to nine matches. The influential midfielder serves a one-match ban for totting up five cautions but manager Dave Busst has the luxury
THREE players axed and two players sent out to get match action elsewhere that was Dave Busst's reaction to Evesham United's recent poor spell of form. Grant Pinkney, Steven Hands and Marc Burrow were missing from Saturday's starting 11 at Mangots-field
VICTORY at Mangotsfield on Satur-day will lift Evesham United back to the top of the Southern League Division One West table, writes Mervyn Collins. The Bristol side have held the upper hand over the Robins for the past couple of seasons including a 2
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This short walk visits one of the most unspoilt corners of the county. It includes ancient cherry orchards, secluded valleys and a wonderful dingle - one of those steep-sided, wooded, fern-filled valleys for which the Teme Valley is famous. Cut by a tributary
THIS is one of the loveliest walks you can do close to Worcester. In fact, as you walk along the riverbank from Grimley to Hallow, it's hard to believe that the city begins just a couple of miles away. The riverside woods and meadows are extensive, and
SIONE Kepu has moved to Exeter Chiefs after Worcester decided against a permanent deal. The New Zealander, who arrived at Sixways in October on a three-month trial, is too raw to add anything to Worcester's Premiership campaign and will link up with Ian
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Hurricane Smith Where are you now Just another LP wonder Existing only in memory Oh Babe what would you say If I told you I missed you Never forget that juke box Playing your song Over and over Then over again Keeping company with The Werewolf in London
In the morning a vast area painted pink, gradually being redecorated with blue wallpaper. It's always there, the companion of the clouds, growing slowly redder. Night comes and the sky plays host to all the stars and the Moon. Rachel McLellan, aged 9
The new year has begun, we long await to see the sun, The clouds have shifted, the sky is clear, And all the buds are beginning to appear, The birds awaking to the warmth of the sun, The building of nests has now begun, The cuckoo will soon appear, it's
Piercing sweet song of the robin In the early morning. Trees rising on a hill-top Ringed in mist Pungent scent o burning stubble Drifting hazy smoke By Mary A Baillie Dark, tired hedgerows, laced with pearl strewn hammocks O wispy spider-silk Tentative
by Donald Harley Nott (1908-96) Majestic in its splendour still it stands; Its battered walls that braved the stoutest siege, That stayed the wild Welsh chieftans' savage bands, That glared defiance at the foreign liege. And now the very sight of its
By Mario Capaldi Freckled blisters on green apples, Are perfect imperfections, Like the contours of your skin. By the river I drink you in, Soak up your ripeness, And taste the bitter of your lips: You tart fruit; heady liquor. Beyond the bend in the
By R.J. Nicolet, Los Angeles You which I and you do when you do make rain into sunshine Prig, you not are lovely and genial even if a vibrant smile of this black coarse world This with many others are the points of reason why I have given you my heart
By Alec Haines I am here to guard these harrowed fields of seed Sown by man for very many mouths to feed. I stand here nailed to a great long length of wood For days on end without any sign of food. I am so fully clothed and wear a silken tie, A scarf
by Keith Cresswell Still echo's the bravest old county With our forefathers ancient song, Still echo the land with beating heart, For the road has been weary and long, That old dusty track worn deep cross the hill, Still sounds to the labourers tred Cold
By Paul "Ratty" Johnson Well, we've made it up to Leominster, quicker than we'd planned, Reasons to be cheerful? They're here on every hand! We've found a house, quite like our flat, Two bogs as well, to boot, a garden and conservatory-I think that it
By B. Sommer, Ludlow, Salop Santa and Jesus hold the stage. It's Christmas, with lights and food the parties of festival rage. Santa sells in the market place and in stockings at home getting enough is a race. Jesus, as baby fills many a school but sits
By Denys Bloke, Holbeach, Lincolnshire Such a beautiful child, full of zest and so bright. Expectations ran high to your mothers delight. You float with your peers, as soft summer breeze. Not abandoned, but cherished, by all with such ease. Young years
by Indhira Ordonez, aged 9, Dolau Iraq and America may go to war I wish "NO WAR" was the law Children from Iraq, they cry too They have fears like me and you They have birthdays and go to school Is George Bush a heartless fool? They have mothers, sisters
