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       But there’s no way            We did no harm, we did no pillage,  That cements each page,   Lewis and Amelia are put forward
       To turn back the day.         We rambled on and up to Strelley,  Diluting each sentence,
       When we’ve seen               A lot more fun than watching telly,  An ink-stained daydream desire.  for radio presenter awards
       The last days of summer.      Of Ilson Town, oh what a team,  And the Buddha’s watchful,
       Now there’s nothing to do,    Now wasn’t that a lovely dream.  Observing the illusion,
       Nothing to undo.                                             The sun blinding the eyes,        wo Erewash Sound present-  isms and topics, a shortlisting
       Footprints in the snow,                                      That once could see.          Ters have been nominated       in the awards is recognition of a
       Let them come and go.         The Rambler                                                  for Community Radio Awards.    commitment to community, craft
       We’ll stay here together,     by K. Baker                    Always                        Lewis Allsop has been nominat-  and causes.
       Forget about the weather.                                                                  ed in the ‘Young Person of the        TOUGH CHOICES
       Now we’ve seen                What a hobby each weekend,     Remembered                    Year (under 25)’ category, whilst   Awards chairman Martin Steers
       The last days of summer.      People think we’re round the bend,  by John White            Amelia Salmons is a nominee for   said: “The breadth and depth of
       Chorus:                       Up we get and off we go,                                     a ‘Newcomer (new to radio in the   entries never ceases to amaze, and
                                     Any weather, rain or snow,
                                                                                                                                 yet again our judging panel from
       Tell me what shall we do,     Walk on hilltops mountain high,  There’s no rush - rejoice in what   last 12 months)’ award.    across the industry has had some
       Until the long nights are through.  Very nearly reach the sky,  remains                    Both Lewis and Amelia came     tough choices to make.  After a
       Pull up a chair close to the fire.  Then we fall and break a bone,  They are not impatiently awaiting   through the Erewash Sound Acad-  difficult year, our sector has been
       We sing some old songs,       All the walkers on the phone.  your arrival                  emy - the training arm of the radio   ever more important in its commu-
       And talk the night long,      Few weeks pass and on the mend,  Time has no meaning and eternity   station.                nities, and giving teams a well-de-
       Until the fire sinks into embers.  Off we go the next weekend.  awaits -                   Jeff Martin, station manager and   served opportunity to celebrate is
                                                                    The brief time that we spend on
                                                                                                  head of training at the Academy
                                                                    earth                         said: “I am delighted for them.    key.”
       My Youthful                   Under Blue Skies               Is merely a preview of what is in   They are both talented and   Erewash Sound has collected nine
                                                                                                                                 of these national awards in the past
                                                                    store
                                                                                                  hard-working young people
       Dream                         by Seven Michael Pape © 2021   Truly those who love and were   and their nominations are richly   four years.
                                                                    loved
                                                                                                  deserved.  This continues a long
       by K. Baker                   Under blue skies               Will ever be welcomed and em-  line of nominees for the wonderful   Nominees will find out if they’ve
                                                                                                                                 won on 23rd October at a ceremo-
                                     Where the sunflowers sing,
       I wandered slowly o’er the lea,  And the freshly trimmed grass,  braced evermore.          Erewash Sound team and I’m very   ny in Coventry.  The event was
       Along the headge around the tree,  Sticks to our bare souls.                               proud of them.”                held virtually last year due to the
       A rabbit dashed, a hawk fleww by,  And as the sun highlights  Whistling in the dark        Across a wide variety of special-  pandemic.
       An areoplane was in the sky,  The beauty, the imperfections,
       Than I sat upon a log,        Skin pale like the statues     by David O’Connell                                      Heard but
                                                                                                                            not seen:
       A man walked by with a dog,   We once observed,              Nobody taught me                                        Local
       A rabbit scurried down its burrow,  On a cold Winter’s day,  How to grieve.                                          radio
       A pheasant flew from out a furrow,  Clouded in our cocoon    There were                                              voices
       I slowly walked around a bend,  Our words mere plumes,       No lessons                                              Lewis
       Where I came upon a friend,   As thoughts transcend.         At school.                                              Allsop
       We talked about the days gone by,  Now under blue skies,     Cruel.                                                  and
       Of red hot days and bright blue   As perfect as fresh snow,  That’s a lark.                                          Amelia
       sky,                          That we ruined by our imprints,  Or  maybe,                                            Salmons
       The times we went though Cossall   Our vivid footsteps.      We’re all just
       village,                      The table moist with dew,      Whistling in the dark.
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