In another lifetime, aged 11.
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Tuesday, 20 November 2007
Wednesday, 14 November 2007
Statia and The Standing Stones
When I was little
the big girl - and her friends - took me out
I sat in the pushchair and she pushed
Her name was Statia
and she was very nice to me
We went a long way
Near the Convent where she went to school
there were Standing Stones
They were very old
Some of them were flat like tables
The rest were very tall and straight
just like people standing very still
We had a picnic near the Stones
Bread and jam and a drink of water
It was very nice
All the sky over the hill
started to change from blue to pink
Sometimes it was orange
I sat in the pushchair
and Statia and her friends
took turns to push me
We had to be home before dark
so my mother wouldn't be angry
It was a long way back
But we could see the lovely colours
The sun turned very red
As it slid away we walked along our path
Mother was at the door waiting
She was very glad to see me
Statia and her friends said
"Goodnight Christine See you soon"
Mother gave me some milk and I had my tea
Then she put me to bed
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the big girl - and her friends - took me out
I sat in the pushchair and she pushed
Her name was Statia
and she was very nice to me
We went a long way
Near the Convent where she went to school
there were Standing Stones
They were very old
Some of them were flat like tables
The rest were very tall and straight
just like people standing very still
We had a picnic near the Stones
Bread and jam and a drink of water
It was very nice
All the sky over the hill
started to change from blue to pink
Sometimes it was orange
I sat in the pushchair
and Statia and her friends
took turns to push me
We had to be home before dark
so my mother wouldn't be angry
It was a long way back
But we could see the lovely colours
The sun turned very red
As it slid away we walked along our path
Mother was at the door waiting
She was very glad to see me
Statia and her friends said
"Goodnight Christine See you soon"
Mother gave me some milk and I had my tea
Then she put me to bed
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Responsible for Me
My big brother went to school before me
I had to walk to school with him and mother
At the gate we waved and he had to go into school
He always cried when we left him
So I used to cry as well
Mother used to take us the short way
most of the time
We walked across Canada Gardens
When we reached the railway bridge
she used to pick my brother up
so he could see over the wall
Sometimes there was a train turning round
on the turntable
My big brother said if it was there or not
If it was there I could be picked up next
If it wasn't there I wasn't allowed to look
Then we walked past the toy factory
We never saw any toys though
Then past the old poeple’s houses
They didn't have an upstairs
Sometimes we saw an old person
When my big brother kept on crying at school
they said I had to go to school as well
I was only four but I wanted to go to school
My big brother had to be responsible for me
Then he didn't cry
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I had to walk to school with him and mother
At the gate we waved and he had to go into school
He always cried when we left him
So I used to cry as well
Mother used to take us the short way
most of the time
We walked across Canada Gardens
When we reached the railway bridge
she used to pick my brother up
so he could see over the wall
Sometimes there was a train turning round
on the turntable
My big brother said if it was there or not
If it was there I could be picked up next
If it wasn't there I wasn't allowed to look
Then we walked past the toy factory
We never saw any toys though
Then past the old poeple’s houses
They didn't have an upstairs
Sometimes we saw an old person
When my big brother kept on crying at school
they said I had to go to school as well
I was only four but I wanted to go to school
My big brother had to be responsible for me
Then he didn't cry
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Newspapers and Sunday School
When I was little the shops didn't open on Sunday
Newspaper men sold from the back of a van
or on dry days set papers out along the pavement
My father always fetched the papers
sometimes on his way to somewhere
He rode upon his motorbikeand put them in the sidecar
Sometimes he walked to fetch them
If we were very good we were allowed to go with him
We could carry them home - if we didn't drop them
When I was eight - or nine - I could read very well
but my mother wouldn't let me read the papers
"The Sunday Despatch and The News of the World
are not suitable for children" she would say
So that was that
My big brother and I had to go to Sunday School
before my father was allowed to read them
They had to be tidied away before we came home
I used to wish we didn't have to have newspapers on Sunday
Then we wouldn't have to go to Sunday School
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Newspaper men sold from the back of a van
or on dry days set papers out along the pavement
My father always fetched the papers
sometimes on his way to somewhere
He rode upon his motorbikeand put them in the sidecar
Sometimes he walked to fetch them
If we were very good we were allowed to go with him
We could carry them home - if we didn't drop them
When I was eight - or nine - I could read very well
but my mother wouldn't let me read the papers
"The Sunday Despatch and The News of the World
are not suitable for children" she would say
So that was that
My big brother and I had to go to Sunday School
before my father was allowed to read them
They had to be tidied away before we came home
I used to wish we didn't have to have newspapers on Sunday
Then we wouldn't have to go to Sunday School
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Granny Scot and The Robber
My granny hobbled down the street
to buy some bread and buy some meat
and when she hobbled back again
a robber waited in the lane
to steal her purse and bread and meat
He grabbed her bag and pulled a lot
so granny called her old dog Scot
Scot knew how to sit and beg
and bite a robber on the leg
and so he did the good brave Scot
Then granny found her mobile phone
which had a tweety-tweety tone
She rang policemen who came quick
and took the robber to The Nick
She shared her meat with good brave Scot
- the bread she had to eat alone
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to buy some bread and buy some meat
and when she hobbled back again
a robber waited in the lane
to steal her purse and bread and meat
He grabbed her bag and pulled a lot
so granny called her old dog Scot
Scot knew how to sit and beg
and bite a robber on the leg
and so he did the good brave Scot
Then granny found her mobile phone
which had a tweety-tweety tone
She rang policemen who came quick
and took the robber to The Nick
She shared her meat with good brave Scot
- the bread she had to eat alone
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Granny and Scot at the Seaside
Granny wobbled off one day
to see the seaside far away
Her bicycle was oiled and clean
A really shiny green machine
She took a compass and a map
a book to read and in the gap
between them all and feeling hot
she carried too her good dog Scot
In the basket at the back
she carried wellies and a mac
some sandwiches of cheese and jam
and for her good dog Scot some lamb
At mid-day Granny reached the beach
and out jumped Scot so he could reach
the sea to bark at every wave
The good dog Scot was very brave
He paddled in the shallow sea
and he was happy as can be
whilst Granny sat and read her book
And when he barked she turned to look
She paddled in the sea as well
and Scot was pleased and ran to tell
a bird which ran along the shore
It flew away He barked once more
Then Scot did 'Swimming for a stick'
which Granny threw for him and 'Kick
the ball and fetch it back' til he
was happy tired and so was she
They ate the sandwiches and lamb
and Scot had milk and bits of jam
which Granny shared as she drank tea
then packed their things and left the sea
Scot sat alert as they went back
to keep my Granny from attack
by bears and wolves and dogs and cars
They cycled home with moon and stars
And when they reached my Granny's door
and Scot was on his feet once more
Granny said "We'll go back soon
I like to ride with stars and moon"
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to see the seaside far away
Her bicycle was oiled and clean
A really shiny green machine
She took a compass and a map
a book to read and in the gap
between them all and feeling hot
she carried too her good dog Scot
In the basket at the back
she carried wellies and a mac
some sandwiches of cheese and jam
and for her good dog Scot some lamb
At mid-day Granny reached the beach
and out jumped Scot so he could reach
the sea to bark at every wave
The good dog Scot was very brave
He paddled in the shallow sea
and he was happy as can be
whilst Granny sat and read her book
And when he barked she turned to look
She paddled in the sea as well
and Scot was pleased and ran to tell
a bird which ran along the shore
It flew away He barked once more
Then Scot did 'Swimming for a stick'
which Granny threw for him and 'Kick
the ball and fetch it back' til he
was happy tired and so was she
They ate the sandwiches and lamb
and Scot had milk and bits of jam
which Granny shared as she drank tea
then packed their things and left the sea
Scot sat alert as they went back
to keep my Granny from attack
by bears and wolves and dogs and cars
They cycled home with moon and stars
And when they reached my Granny's door
and Scot was on his feet once more
Granny said "We'll go back soon
I like to ride with stars and moon"
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Granny shopping
Granny rides a bicycle
It wobbles on the road
She rides it to the shops a bit
and comes back with a load
of bread and milk and cheese and rice
a book and biscuits she thinks nice
They're in a basket on the back
She puffs and pants a lot
cause in the basket on the front
she carries her dog Scot
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It wobbles on the road
She rides it to the shops a bit
and comes back with a load
of bread and milk and cheese and rice
a book and biscuits she thinks nice
They're in a basket on the back
She puffs and pants a lot
cause in the basket on the front
she carries her dog Scot
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Child Poems site
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