Posted on Oct 19, 2020
Leckie Poetry Night Monday 19 October 2020 was hosted by the Rotary Club of Cardiff this year with our usual participating clubs Charlestown and Warners Bay joining in for the long standing fun and friendly competition.
Congratulations to all who participated by writing and reciting a poem, and to all those who wore a special hat for the occasion.
The overall winner of the Leckie Poetry prize was Eleanor Cunningham, RC Cardiff. AG Craig Henningham was awarded a special prize for his hat that was “nearly in season”
Some of the competing poems are below:
Tribute to Dan: 02/10/1985~10/05/2011,
Craig Henningham JP, Area Governor Zone D
Well my son it’s been a year,
Since that black dog did bite
And took your life away from us
That dreadful autumn night
We said a fond farewell to you
And lay you in the ground
I wait for your keys in the door
Alas there’s not a sound
Great memories I have of you
When you were still here
Sitting on the downstairs deck
Sharing a cold beer
Although a year has now gone by
I still can feel the pain
Wishing that you could come back
And be with us again.
Poem Hats
Barry Knowles
If I’cud wear a different hat each day
I wouldn’t fritter life away
I’d have a great deal more to say
‘Bout life and love and work and play
I’d have a hat for every case
For ev’ry time and ev’ry place
I’d have a hat to make me strong
And one to stop me being wrong
A hat that said I’m quite in charge
A hat that made my wit enlarge
I’d have a cap that made me wise
My brain would grow to twice it’s size
A beret that would make me sexy
Send females into apoplexy
For banquettes I would wear a crown
My subjects then would all bow down
On Sunday’s I would wear a topper
All proud and poised and fright’fly proper
And if I felt somewhat suburban
I’d talk like this and wear a turban
My Fez is quite a silly hat
But Tommy wore one “Just like that”
To be a cashed-up suave high roller
 I’d simply have don a bowler
And how about a baseball cap
Would I start to just talk clap
I fancy a space helmet too
Far planets I could travel to
On winter days I’d wear a beanie
But mine would hide a secret genie
And in my battered old fedora
I Jones. Intrepid tomb explorer
An open top and a good old trilby
Speeding along would that a thrill be?
But alas it’s all a fantasy
Without a hat it’s only me
Our insecurities we hide
But disguises don’t change what’s inside
You’ll have to take me as you find me
hatless, just an average wannabe.
Kerry Hayes
Hats, a poem about hats you say.
Not a problem, look at all those worn by a mother in a day.
The alphabet of motherhood.
Some hats not fully understood.
Accountant, advocate, assistant and aide.
Baker, chef, meal planner, dinner to be made.
Carer, chauffeur, cleaner, coordinator if you please.
Detective work, like Sherlock, is done with such great ease.
Event management is added to the list.
Financier and loans officer certainly not to be missed.
Gardener is another, flowers and the vegie patch.
Homework assistant, handywoman there’s not a soul to match.
Information officer when that project needs a fix.
Jester when fun is needed to be added to the mix.
Kitchen manager, manage all that goes on there.
Librarian, logistics expert, labourer, all done with such great care.
Maid and manager hats to add just a few more.
Nurse, negotiator, always dedicated to the core.
OH&S officer, operations manager, all within a day.
Planner, paediatrician, if only there was more pay.
Queen, I’ll leave that one until the end.
Referee is sometimes needed, when family opinion will not bend.
Storyteller, shopper, secretary, and the list it gets so long.
Teacher from day one, whether a lesson, story or a song.
Upholder of the peace, the calm, the law.
Vet is yet another cap, and there are so many more.
Wonderwoman, waitress, wardrobe assistant, there are many here you’ve seen.
X, Y, Z are left to go, but the most prestigious hat, that of a Queen.