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Wellington Festival - 25 Years
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Short Story Winner 2021

There was this moment.

And I can remember it with such clarity that my arms prickle with the wonder of it.

It was last summer, a time when the world was amid crisis and every soul was trying to do their part. I found myself on yet another stroll because what else did we all do during those times?

Having decided against the sweltering challenge of the sleeping giant, I found myself wandering in a different direction.

At the centre of my town there is this place.

A place perhaps presumed to be a place of sorrow.

A place of goodbyes and a place for those to rest.

And yet as I walked through the honeysuckled arch, past the wrought iron gates, my grandparents to the left and my great-grandparents to the right, what I found was something other, something rather unexpected.

On this perfectly lovely summer day, I beheld families rejoicing in those that came before.

Children skipping down the pathways, passing the dappled faces of stone angels erected long ago.

Couples wandering arm in arm as the sunlight reflected from gold gilt names.

Wildflowers tumbling from hedges, whilst great buzzing bumble bees swayed between ancestors of all religions and races.

The odd teenager or two, intently listening to music as they made their way, just passing through.

And it struck me that this place, known as the sleepy, silent, end of the road appeared to be quite the opposite.

For during their strolls in the sunshine, all these people, just like me, found themselves passing through a beautiful garden, a sacred space where the soil and the earth of this town is enriched with the stories of those that came before.

And this place, in my town, seemed like a place of sorrow, no more.

Peggy Harrison Schools Poetry Competition Winners 2021

Spontaneity inspires this season.

Pale blossoms and triumphant shoots of vivid green adorn the beaten ground.

Disembodied dandelions

Become clouds,

Become dandelions.

Their feathered fingers brush the tree tops.

Warm, muddy footprints impress

Upon the summer rain.

Around, the sound of peregrines fills this stone echo chamber

And yet,

The slither of amphibian bodies

Across the hot, bare rock is audible, just.

The spaces of silence between, filled with the click of cricket wings.

Spontaneity inspires this season.

Pale blossoms and triumphant shoots of vivid green adorn the beaten ground.

Disembodied dandelions

Become clouds,

Become dandelions.

Their feathered fingers brush the tree tops.

Warm, muddy footprints impress

Upon the summer rain.

Around, the sound of peregrines fills this stone echo chamber

And yet,

The slither of amphibian bodies

Across the hot, bare rock is audible, just.

The spaces of silence between, filled with the click of cricket wings.

When I’m out and about in Wellington, I’ll tell you what I see

I see a lot of old buildings and a lot of shops that feed me.

An Aldi a Morrissons, a Subway and Greggs,

There’s so much to choose from, that it hurts my legs!

I like a walk to the Bowring Park,

to play football with dad until it gets dark

and we see some people, walking their dogs,

and sometimes it scares me when there are dogs who bark.

I go with my Stepmum to Apley Wood,

we walk around and I think it’s quite good!

Then there’s my house, right by my school,

I’ll walk there myself soon, because I am cool.

We can see the Wrekin from my bedroom window,

I haven’t climbed it yet, and I don’t want to!

Then there’s the church where my Nan and Grandad got married,

and my Dad works in town in a big white office.

Last but not least is Telford United FC, a place that is very dear to me.

I love going there for football camp, I don’t even mind when it is raining and damp

I like living in Wellington, there’s lots to do,

take my advice and move here too!!

Flying high,

In the big blue sky,

A magpie carefully watches by.

Flying gently on the breeze,

This is what he sees beneath the trees:

A big green carpet,

Far below,

People stop to say “hello!”

Children playing on the swings,

These are the joys the Bowring Park brings.

The magpie peers over his wing,

To see a tall, old building.

People sniffing all the flowers,

This is definitely the right hour,

To see our good friend Sunnycroft.

He flies down into Wellington Square,

People, people everywhere!

Historical buildings and shops,

Cars, taxis and an old bus stop.

In the middle of it all,

The Community Clock stands so tall.

WOW! Oh WOW! The magpie loves it!

This is the excitement of Wellington Market.

Now it’s time to say “Goodbye!”

He flies up and up into the big, blue sky.

Wellington is where I live,

Everyone enjoys Wellington,

Libraries are in Wellington they give you lots of knowledge,

Lychgate is important to our history because we remember the soldiers in the war,

In Wellington we have a community clock in the centre of town.

Now have a walk round the Wrekin,

Green grass grows at the Bowring Park,

Town is the best place to be when the sweet stall in the market is open!

Oh look he scored a goal in the New Bucks Head football stadium,

Never ever will I leave Wellington.

I once went to Wellington, oh, what a delight,

The things that I saw on that day,

The Wrekin an ancient landscape

Showing its sense of adventure

When I looked it had emerald-green leaves

Holding secrets of the past.

Secondly the Bowring Park that I saw was beautiful

It had fabulous flowers, it was bursting with colour.

Peaceful, pleasant park

Chitter chatter of people and meeting of friends.

Next there were kind teachers

Shortwood has star students

When I looked out of the window

There was a deep pond

The school teaches us about history.

After that I went to the mosque

It was calm and quiet. Everyone was respectful.

I was happy to see everyone

Inside the colour is red and kind of gold.

Unique.

Shortwood returned this morning,
Dressed in white and blue. It made
all the sounds return. This is what
we think……..

Children playing in the playground bouncing the bouncy balls
Footsteps in the corridor, coach doing PE in the MUGA, children telling
Jokes in the huge hall, buzzing of the loud lessons

The echo of the loud singing in the huge hall
The crackling, burning, hot fire in forest school
The squished mud under my wellie boots
The wild wind storming into the classroom

Shortwood returned this morning,
Dressed in white and blue. It made
all the sounds return. This is what
we think….

Scraping of the dirty plates, the loud whistle on the playground
Sharon coming with the squeaky toast trolley, children
Chatting in the corridor
The footsteps in the classrooms
The splashing of the clear, blue water in the swimming pool
Children eating their delicious lunch while telling hilarious
jokes.

Such a sight I saw,
As children played in harmony.
Tennis players whacking ferociously,
Birds hovering in the air,
Such a sight I saw.

Such a sound I heard.
Birds chirping in the summer breeze.
It’s like they were playing a tune to me.
My heart lifted up like a helicopter,
Such a sound I heard.

Such food I tasted,
The fizzy drink popped and crackled in my mouth,
Like crunchy crisps.
Ice cream cold as a freezer,
Taste of coffee lurked in my mouth.
Such food I tasted.

Schools are completely silent,
Every student sent home,
Cats meowing, dogs barking too
Bent trees standing alone.

Finally back,
I was waiting
Conversations and constant waiting
A sack full of hopes and dreams.
Friends and family are finally able to see,
A walk in Wellington,
A run to Limekiln Lane,
A family have been re-united.

What a very wonderful life in Wellington!

Black, metal horses invite you in,
Zig zag through the gates for the journey to begin.

Your local woods, of trees so tall,
Snow drops sprouting, to be enjoyed by all.

Flickers of Spring are shining through,
Along frost bitten paths, for all to view.

With family, friends, or all alone,
Absorb the scenery, on a seat of stone.

Painted treasures, to be sought and found,
Of hidden messages upon the ground.

Allow the nature to cleanse your mind,
Breathe in the world’s goodness, and remember to be kind