by clicking the arrows at the side of the page, or by using the toolbar.
by clicking anywhere on the page.
by dragging the page around when zoomed in.
by clicking anywhere on the page when zoomed in.
web sites or send emails by clicking on hyperlinks.
Email this page to a friend
Search this issue
Index - jump to page or section
Archive - view past issues
Upper Hutt Leader : July 27th 2011
3 UPPER HUTT LEADER, JULY 27, 2011 NEWS Fast Approval CASH NOW 245 High Street 24 Queen Street Lower Hutt Wainuiomata Phone: 566 0989 Phone: 564 1596 *All Loans Subject to Normal Lending Criteria Loans for all reasons ADELPHI FINANCE LTD The Established Company HN105346/wh Amounts $500 to $5000 Providing Cash Solutions 40 Years of Financial Service Laser Electrical WELLINGTON NORTH 30 Camp Street, Trentham Ph 04 528 3892 "Totally Dependable" email@example.com • Nominated for the Upper Hutt Business Awards, Best Trade • Receive up to $300 account credit with Genesis Energy for Panasonic Heat Pumps supplied & installed • FREE Electric Blanket checks for Gold Card Holders • Back to Back Heat Pump Installations from $750 (conditions apply) 3782251AE • Key Cutting while you wait • Leather Care Products & Accessories EDSERS Shoe & Bag Repairs We care about your soles 8 Princes St, Upper Hutt PH 528 3847 ALL WORKMANSHIP GUARANTEED 3840156AC Like us on Facebook and post something on our wall. OR Register for our digital edition --it's FREE OR DO BOTH AND YOU GET TWO CHANCES IN THE DRAW! www.upperhuttleader.co.nz be in the aw to WIN To dra 3912627AA WIN an amazing Samsung Galaxy Tab W10.1v (Worth $1,199) 6 month Gym Membership Courtesy of Last chance! Winner drawn Friday 5th Aug How quickly time passes By ROSEMARY McLENNAN Special guest: Bill Manhire shares his poems with an Upper Hutt audience. Photo: ROSEMARY McLENNAN An Auckland clinical psychologist who recently took a creative writing course in New York is the winner of this year's Upper Hutt competition marking National Poetry Day. Kimberly Falconer's poem There Are Not Enough Leap Years was read at the awards ceremony at Upper Hutt Library's new Rotary Lounge by her father-in-law Robin Falconer, from Waikanae, on Friday night. Mr Falconer said Mrs Falconer had married his son in January and the couple were in New York for a year before they move to England. In 2003 Mrs Falconer did an Auckland University poetry course. It led to the cre- ative writing course in New York which prompted her to enter the competition for the first time with her poem about how quickly time passes. Second prize went to Cyndi Miller, of Upper Hutt, and two poems by Colleen Bevans and Geoff Bennett, both of Upper Hutt, tied for third. The audience of about 70 were asked for a people's choice vote which was narrowly won by Ms Miller. Placegetters and the seven other finalists, Betty Benjamin, Jan Campbell, Richard Catterall, Robin Fry, Sandra Sartorelli, Rachel Thomson and Kirsten Turley, also read their poems. The day's youngest reader was Mrs Turley's daughter, Olivia, 5, who read her poem Down on the Beach. Making his first appearance at the competition was special guest Bill Manhire, who read a selection of poems, some his own. These included Erebus Voices, which he wrote for Sir Edmund Hil- lary to read at the 25th anniversary commemorations of the Erebus dis- aster, and his poem The Best Burns Statue about Dunedin's statue of Robbie Burns. Library manager Debbie Duncan said staff had dreamed of having a larger space for events such as the competition. A year ago the area looked like a bomb site as the space occupied by a Rotary courtyard became part of the library. She said the library hopes to host poetry writing or reading on a reg- ular basis and people are asked to tell staff what they would like. WINNING POEM ThereAre Not Enough Leap Years I must have blinked somewhere along the way when you became what you were not then trading fairy bread we made together after playschool for a drink with friends before an after- noon meeting I must have forgotten not to forget the last time you kissed me goodnight after the family movie popcorn gritted in your gappy teeth now I'm in bed with my teeth beside me while you're kissing another woman somewhere far away from home and a Swarovski statue only ten in the world just doesn't mean Christmas like crooked crepe paper decorations and your face when you saw the cotton wool beard dangling from the chimney and while you run the world all on your own now from nine-to-five I wonder when it was that time stole my little man and made my world into memories Kimberly Falconer, Auckland SECOND PRIZE The River Within I was born to carve my way through the rocks of life, at first rapidly, without thought nor care, towards the sea. I cut deep into the minds and bodies of those around me wreaking havoc, breaking, eroding, yet, somehow strengthening bonds. I grew to understand my strength and widened my view as I caressed new shores, at times prone to flooding my banks. I became sedate, almost sedentary as I flowed onward through life. Rivulets flowed off into pastures greener, others joined me. I kept moving, even with moments of crystalline clarity. I moved towards the end of my journey. I widened my horizons, dealt with the rapids and pollutants of life, learnt to balance them within the confines of my experiences. As I reach the end, the tang of salt in my life grows stronger. The need to carve my name deeply in the landscape of life grows again. One last breach of the banks, one last knuckle whitening fright -- of life, of passion. I am the river I grew up with. I am changing. Cyndi Miller, Upper Hutt THIRD EQUAL The Girl of Golder Cottage On Fergusson Drive, near the fence and painted sign, several teenagers pause and wait to be noticed. They whisper and laugh and watch before walking into town in their sleek new boots. They do not see, they do not know the girl of Golder Cottage. The girl, not quite a woman, sat lightly on a branch while the August sun slid past sparse leaves onto her winter pale skin. Pausing from work, she rested. She did not see, she did not know the girls of time to come. From high above the ground she watched her mother who walked between the wash house and scullery. On the path the gravel crunched as quick footsteps moved along, damp hair, damp face, wet apron, too much dampness everywhere. With a sigh the girl jumped and landed gently on the grass. She smoothed her faded pinafore then turned towards the house. Her small black boots, worn black boots, followed in Mother's footsteps. Colleen Bevans, Upper Hutt THIRD EQUAL It will get you in the end When you're a lad -- it's just not fair. There's far too many things to bear. ''Don't do that -- leave it be''. Everyone had some rules for me. It seemed the worst a boy could do, Was to eat fried food, or drink home brew. My Mum said, ''there's nothing worse''. It's sort of like the devil's curse. Yet my old granddad loved such fare. And never showed a bit of wear. He'd down those chips with splendid ease, Then go to church his Lord to please. So every Sunday my dear gran, Would slap some butter in a pan. Spuds and onions, bangers too! Stewed together in a goo. There was no doubt in my mind friend -- That stuff would get him in the end. I don't know if hymns and prayers Kept grandad off the golden stairs. But mum still warned me every day, ''don't eat that muck or you will pay''! All most unfair because you see -- I loved that nosh most passionately. At ninety four the old chap died. The frying pan was laid aside. The congregation wept and sang -- The chapel with his praises rang. They said that time must surely take its toll -- But I knew it was that cho-les-ter-ol. Geoff Bennett, Upper Hutt
July 20th 2011
August 3rd 2011