A FACTORY worker has had her first poetry book compiled and printed – thanks to the help and support of her employer.
Sandra Saunders, who lives in Cheddleton, has always written poetry but never before seen her creations in print.
That was until after taking part in a talent contest at the factory where she has worked for 12 years.
Adams Foods zone controller Sandra, aged 53, takes inspiration for her written work from life experiences and emotions, mainly focusing on her family members as well as her passion and interest in myth and magic.
As a mum-of-two and grandmother-of-three, Sandra takes pride in writing poems about her family members.
She said: "I have always done bits and pieces of poetry.
"I often read my poetry to my grandchildren - they each have a poem about them in my book.
"Writing poetry is escapism really. It helped me when my father passed away last April.
"I wrote a poem about him called 'The Gate'. Dad had always said that my poetry was good.
"This book is a journey through my mind and emotions, which are at some point common to us all.
"It is a celebration of our humanity, our ability to think, feel, love and dream, which ultimately makes us who we are."
The 'Adams Factor' took place at the company's annual conference in Leicester in February last year.
Chief executive at Adams Foods, Ian Toal, said: "We had the talent competition for a bit of fun as work can be quite a grind.
"We did not realise that so many people wanted to take part, and that there is so much talent within our company.
"We had a number of singers, a guitarist, a rapper, as well as Sandra with her poetry.
"Sandra's poetry is so touching. I was blown away by hearing it. Credit where credit is due.
"If I could make cheese as good as Sandra writes poetry, then I would be a millionaire."
Since Sandra read some of her poetry at the Adams Foods conference, the company has supported her in compiling a book of her poetry, and also paid for the printing of an initial 16 copies which she has given to family and friends.
Sandra's book of poetry, which is entitled 'Silver in the Black', contains 82 pages of poems and accompanying photographs.
As well as poetry about her family members, myth and magic, there are poems about her work place, and also her favourite pub The Wilkes Head in Leek.
Sandra said: "I would like to thank Adams for helping and supporting me with this book, especially Ian Toal and Liz Andrews.
"This is absolutely nothing to do with our area of work so it is great that they have taken an interest and backed me like this. There are not many employers that would do this.
"This has given me the confidence to carry on with my poetry.
"I would also like to thank Eric Mitchell who initially took an interest in my poetry and let me work with him on an advert on the company's website about one of our cheeses."
Sandra has now had a further 20 copies of 'Silver in the Black' printed which are available to buy, at £8.95, from Picture Book in Stanley Street, Leek.
'Adams Foods' Every year from good to better, We're always the trend setter. The best cheese on the table, Is sure to have an Adams label. New products always testing, We're progressing never resting. Nothing finer ever seen, Than produced by the Adams team. 'The Wilkes Head' If you're feeling down, Come on in here. And if its company you seek, You'll find it right here. With Malc on the bar, Pulling fine beer. Put a pound in the jukebox, And play a good tune. I could sit here, From dusk until noon. And come the weekend, I know what is right, I'm off to the Wilkes, it's Saturday night. There is nothing better, Than to tell a fine tale. Beside the fire, With a glass of fine ale. Whatever your troubles, It has to be said, The world looks a better place. From the bar of the Wilkes Head. 'The Gate' Our father is not gone forevermore, Only has he stepped through a door. Joining those of us who've gone before, Even now he takes the offered arm, Leading to his everlasting farm. And as he walks that grassy bank, They shall say in heaven, here is Frank. When comes my time, I know he'll be not late, But there to greet me at the gate. Gone for now not forever, His love to leave us never. A finer man, you cannot rate, We'll see you father, at the gate.