“A mixed bag”

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During the school holidays I have scheduled poems that were in the waiting room.

If you have other poems please send them in and I will put them in the waiting room for the summer holidays. New Prompt on Monday 14th October.

Please send in poems this week to

poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com

Thankyou

Jeanie

Quote for today

“The waiting game” by Jenny Erlanger V2

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A large cardboard box is reluctant to budge

till an ugly brown bag comes and gives it a nudge.

A pusher is passing in clear plastic wrap

and a grey bag’s just finished  its twentieth lap.

I’ve stood here for ages, I’m tired of the sound

of the carousel creaking around and around

There’s no sign at all of my shiny red bag

with its polka-dot ribbon and bright purple tag.

 

I watch as the cases are jostled and swayed,

as they each play their part in this clumsy parade.

They’re all in a higgledy-piggledy row

but there isn’t a bag with a polka-dot bow.

A flurry of limbs marks the start of a race

as the lucky ones capture their runaway case.

Around goes a rucksack, a crate and some skis

but, of course, I’ve no interest in any of these

I’m just on the lookout for one glossy bag

with a polka-dot ribbon and bright purple tag.

 

The crowd’s disappearing, they’re all moving on

and that rotating jumble of luggage has gone.

The carousel slows and I utter a shout

as the very last suitcase comes barreling out.

I cannot believe it, what wondrous relief

after sixty full minutes of nerve-wracking grief!

It’s finally made it, my special red bag

with its polka-dot ribbon and bright purple tag.

I cling to its handle, I cuddle my case

as the universe settles once more  into place.

 

 

“The Garden Within” by Celia Berrell

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The Garden Within

 

There is a garden in my heart

where beauty grows in fits and starts.

Where smiles are petals from the flowers

bestowed by others from their bowers.

 

Nutritious hope reaps seeds to feed

my spirit for its every need.

With gratitude I’ll reach my goal

and touch the island of my soul.

“The Lily Sleeps Tonight” by James Aitchison

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Teaching tip:

Ask students to bring cuttings of spring flowers.

Then invite the class to sing and clap to the tune of

A-weema-weh The lion sleeps tonight.

 

The Lily Sleeps Tonight

 

A-daffodil, a-daffodil, a-daffo-dil, a-daffo-dil

A-dah-li-a, a-dah-li-a, a-dah-li-a, a-dah-li-a

A-hyacinth, a-hya-cinth, a-hya-cinth, a-hya-cinth

A-butter-cup, a-butter-cup, abutter-cup, a-butter-cup

 

In the garden, the mighty garden

The lily sleeps tonight

In the garden, the quiet garden

Its bloom is a delight

 

Camellias, camellias, camellias, camellias

Ranunculus, ranunculus, ranunculus, ranunculus

A-tulip-too, a-tulip-too, atulip-too, a-tulip-too

A-daffodil, a-daffodil, a-daffo-dil, a-daffo-dil

                               

 

 

 

 

 

”The Cat-Sock Dilemma” by Celia Berrell

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The Cat-Sock Dilemma

 

Hey diddle-diddle

a sock round the middle

when gently tied on my Cat,

will make her wiggle,

wobble and squiggle.

She can’t walk straight with that.

 

A slick little trick

that’s painless and quick.

There’s surely no harm in that?

We giggle, she wriggles,

goes higgledy-piggle

until she gets to lie flat!

“Not Fair” by Kate O’Neil

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Not Fair.

 

Winter’s clearly over

Everywhere are signs of spring.

See, the grass is greener.

Now see every living thing

 

(Except, of course, for me.)

Enjoy the fragrant springtime breeze.

(Zooming bees don’t suffer

Every morning’s springtime sneeze)

 

Buds in spring are bursting.

Enhancing gardens everywhere.

Early blooming jasmine

Sends its perfume on the air.

 

Blossoms make a carpet

Underfoot as petals fall.

Zephyrs fill with perfume.

Zyrtec doesn’t work at all.