It is with great sadness that we announce the death of Mr Bernard Howlett of Beck Street, Hepworth.

He died in West Suffolk Hospital following a short illness on the 27/12/23 at the age of 87. He was a regular at the village coffee mornings, and was known to many in the village.

Bernard was a prolific writer of poetry, which he kindly allowed us to publish in this magazine.

His daughter has chosen the following poem:

The Skylark

Sing out your praises far up into heaven,
Your body flung high like a stone from a sling;
Into the morning the songs of the shepherds
Will roll from your tongue as you quiver and sing.

 

Your music will stir the angels of glory,
They will render to God your sweet melody;
Wild minstrel so mighty, wizard of fortune,
O, what is it like to be happy and free?

 

#And how does it feel to have conquered the earth,
To fall like a bolt, like a star from the sky?
You, who can talk with the angels of glory,
And walk with us mortals and lie where we lie

 

This poem is reproduced in memory of the author, Bernard Howlett, Breckland Poet, from his book “Pages of Time”, ISBN 978-0-9559311-3-0