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A poem for a retiring Chairman.
Here at our EBT
I am a Partner all the way
I come to work and do my job
Part-time or every day
I’m stressed; I’m always cheerful;
I’m an old timer; I’m new;
It doesn’t matter who I am:
I’m known by Peter Drew.
He knows how I am feeling
‘Cause he asks when he comes in
He greets me with a “Wotcha!”
And that slightly rogueish grin
I light up in his presence
And the minutes slip away
With this kind and happy gentleman
Who cares about my day
A question that has stumped me is
How long he’s been here for
Has it been for 18 years?
Did he start circa ’94?
Was it from the dawn of earthly life?
How long’s a piece of string –
It is since I can remember
And that time’s meant everything
It’s meant kicking round ideas
At gorgeous lunches with French wine
And then spending afternoons
Avoiding walking in straight lines
It’s meant any time I’m struggling
Or something’s felt unjust,
There’s been someone I can laugh with;
It’s meant someone I can trust.
Of course he isn’t just my colleague
He’s the Chair of my Trustees
And has guided them with patience
Through unknown and choppy seas
His judgement and his humour
Have made journeying worthwhile
They’d be nowhere without his care,
His wisdom and his smile
Ok, I don’t know when he started,
But I know what’s on its way!
France and Rosemary,
Cote de Provence and Beaujolais.
Don’t think of us left languishing,
‘Though if you should stop by
I’ll be first in line to see
That twinkle in your eye
I won’t forget your coaching
Or your caring honesty,
I can’t forget the true respect
You always paid to me.
You stand for what’s important
And you’ve helped me see it too.
Words fail – I raise a glass instead:
Our Chairman, Peter Drew
"It's like Lizzie has known him for years; she's captured him perfectly."
To Luke, from his godmother
Today I make a promise
That I’ll be here for you
To be someone who cherishes
And guides you to what’s true
From our first hugs in Guildford
To silly bath time play
Your happy smiles stole my heart
And also my birthday
In time I’ll learn more of you
While you learn some more of me
You’ll tell me tales of school and playtime
And I’ll teach you how to ski
I hope you’ll find fulfilment,
You’ll be kind and use your brain,
Love your elders, be a rebel –
Just do not mix grape and grain
When you need a break from Star Wars
Or think city life’s more fun
You and I can seek adventure
While I dish the dirt on Mum
We have many years together
As you grow and find your way
Know my promise never changes:
I am here for you, today
"Lizzie I'm crying! Thank you, they're going to love it."
A poem for a home away from home.
Come in, rest up – you’ve made it
To this warm, familiar place
Now at last you can exhale
Now at last you’re in your space
Jean’s baps, Galloway honey
Start each magic day anew –
If you’ve forgotten what it’s like
I’ll remember it for you
What city life erases
I’ll restore to childish glee
Light you up like midnight’s glowing flecks
That sway upon the sea
Wonky stones send you slip-sliding,
Eau de garlic fills the air –
When you find driftwood and rose-shells
I’ll remember that you’re there
So let the blue swing fly you
Like a golf ball ‘cross Colvend
Let beach fires burn marshmallows
At each wind-danced, sea day’s end
I know kisses under raindrops;
I know giggled secrets made;
I know the hand warming your fingers
Might keep holding yours always
Like the path to Bogglehole,
Life is long – but though you roam,
When your car-tyres crunch on gravel
You will know that you are home
So when you leave ‘cause Life is calling
With its Life Things you must do,
Just let these memories free like birdsong:
I’ll remember them for you