From There… To Here

The social history of Wester Hailes


We said last week that we’d be running a series featuring local writing and so, to start, here’s a couple of poems that were published in the Sentinel in 1988.

The first is by Kirsti Turrell from Clovenstone Gardens who was all of eight years old when she wrote it. The poem was sent in by her teacher at Clovenstone Primary School who thought it showed real talent. The editor of the Sentinel agreed and so do we.

What is red?
A pillar box is red
With a hat upon its head.
What is grey?
The sky is grey
On a wet and windy day.
What is green?
Leaves are green
Some are hiding and can’t be seen.
What is pink?
A flower is pink
When in its some water it never will sink.
What is black?
Santa’s sack is black
As he goes down the chimney and falls on his back.
What is yellow?
The sun is yellow
As it shines upon a fellow.
What is white?
The snow is white
As it falls so cold and bright.
What is blue?
Bluebells are blue
As they stand in the morning dew.
What is brown?
Tree trunks are brown
As they stand in a city or town.


The second is a little ode to the Sentinel itself which, in a few lines, neatly encapsulates the sort of role a community newspaper can play in the lives of local people.

The Wester Hailes Sentinel I hear you say,
Pops through your letter box to brighten your day.
Full of pictures, advertisements as well,
Open it wide, head in and tell.
When word gets around and ears are flapping
You can be sure your neighbours are gabbing.
So carry the Sentinel, if you’re in doubt
And you can be sure there is something to shout.

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