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I gave you some crayons

To create your own space

But you decided to invade

My own personal place

You scribbled and tortured

all of my walls

If only your design

Was like Niagara Falls

But all you do is

Destroy my walls

Can’t you create a

Mona Lisa

Or even

The tower of Pisa

If I take your crayons away

What will happen today

Will you take out your paints

And decorate my place

To look like no – ones ever seen

Pretend you are Leonardo Da Vince

Sit quietly and paint my face

Gillian Sims

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Colours

Colours

Colours
I like it when they fade away
They shine on my face

it’s Bonfire night
The rockets explode with
gold yellow red
pink silver and white

Jonathan, Class 4

Acrostic Poem
Bangers bang in the sky Boom !!!
Oh !! what lovely sparkles
None of the babies like the sound
Fireworks flash in the night
I watch the fireworks and fantastic flames
Rushing rockets rush in the air
Everyone comes to see them, WOW !!!
No one hates the shiny sparklers
I enjoy the spinning wheels
Going crack and kaboom all around
Happy children love the rockets
Toffee apples at the fireworks marketJade, class 3


Fireworks
Fireworks go up
Fireworks go up
Please light up in blue
And light blueCclass 5

Alliteration Poem
Rockets Rushing in the dark
Sparklers Sparkling Siver and gold
Fierce and Fiery, what a display
Bonfire Burning Bright
Scarey Sounds up in the Sky
BANG !! BANG !! BANG !!Remini, class 3

A Poem for SparklersSparklers shine silver and gold
Sparklers spin round and round
It makes your eyes go funny
Sparklers spitting coloured fire
Sparklers can’t always be safe
You need to wear some gloves
Sparklers are very nice things to watchBianca, class 3 Fireworks and Food The firework goes bang
And the colours are
Red pink silver and yellow
You can buy hot dogs and toffee apples
It’s greatRussol, class 4
Acrostic Poem
Bombs go Bang !!!
Out of the window I watch
Noises make me frightened
Flames go very high
I am very happy
Rockets zoom
Everyone is looking at the fireworksBurhan, class 3

Alliteration Poem
Rockets Rockets go Round and Round
Sparklers sparkle glittery gold
Rockets Rockets Race around the sky
Sparklers sparkle, stars in my eyes
Rockets Rockets Rise in the sky
Look in the sky and you will see shining starsSohie, class 3

In the Sky
Fireworks go bang !
And go in the sky
And they go high
They are all different coloursJamie, class 4

Colour


Matthew, class 5

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We’ll be pausing for two minutes at 11 o’clock today to mark Armistice day. 

When we talked about the importance of remembering and the wearing of poppies a few weeks ago, we had such a big response that we kept in touch with some of the listeners we spoke to – many of whom were under 16. 

Joshua Peters is nine years old and he has written some poems about remembrance. He’ll be on the radio at about 10.50am today, and two others, both called Olivia, will read their poems about World War 2 after the silence.

Here’s one of Joshua’s poems I thought you might like to see:

Heaven is all around, Life in War 1914-1918

Lying without motion on the ground 
The lost ones have been found. 
The dead have been crowned. 
Heaven is all around.
Those soldiers fought in war 
With the Devil at their doors. 
Now without a sound, 
Heaven is all around.
Don’t leave them there, for God’s sake, 
End their loved ones ache. 
Heaven is here.

By Joshua Peters 
Aged 9 yrs (March 2007)

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Some folks’ll boast about their family trees,
And there’s some trees they ought to lop;
But our family tree, believe me, goes right back,
You can see monkeys sitting on top!

To give you some idea of our family tree,
And don’t think I’m boastin’ nor braggin’,
My great, great, great, great, great, great, great Uncle George,
Wor the Saint George who slaughtered the Dragon.

Aye, he wor a blacksmith, not one of the sort
Who shoe horses and sing anvil chorusses,
He used to shoe Dinasauss – big woolly Elephants,
Thumping great Brontosauruses.

Well, one day while he shod a Brontosauruses,
A feller ran into the forge,
He wor shivering with fright and his face pale and white,
And when he got his breath he said ‘George –

‘Eh, I’ve just seen a dragon, a whopping great dragon,’
And uncle said ‘Seen what? A dragon!
Thou’d best see a doctor, you’ve got ’em owld lad,
Eh, I thought you were on water wagon!’

But the fellow said, ‘Nay, ’twere a big fiery dragon,
‘Twere belchin’ out fire as it run!’
And Uncle George said ‘I could do with a dragon
With coal now at two quid a ton.’

And the feller said ‘Eh, but what’s more
I’ve just heard that the old Baron up at the Castle
Says, him as kills Dragon can marry his daughter,
She’s lovely and she’s worth a parcel.’

Then fellow goes off and old Uncle George thinks,
Of the brass and the bride in old satin,
So he brings out his pup and a pair of his ferrets,
And says to ’em ‘We’re going ratting.’

The ferrets they cocked up their noses with joy,
And the old Bull pup’s tail kept a-waggin’,
Then Uncle George shoves ’em a’side rabbit hole,
And says to ’em ‘Go on, fetch Dragon.’

Then suddenly he smells a sulphery smell,
Then he sees a big gigantic lizzard,
With smoke coming out of its eyes and its ear’oles,
And flames coming out of its gizzard.

And was George afraid? Yes, he was and he run,
And he hid there in one of the ditches,
While the Dragon, the pig, ate his ferrets and pup,
Aye, best of his prize-winning er – she dogs.

Then George said ‘Gad zooks! I’ll split thee to the wizzen,
By Gum, but he were in a fury,
And he runs to a junk shop, and buys a spear,
And he pinches a Drayhorse from Brew’ry.

Then he sallies forth with a teatray on chest,
On his head he’d a big copper kettle,
With a couple of flat irons to throw at the Dragon,
Owd George were a real man of mettle!

At last he meets Dragon beside of the pump,
Dragon sees him and breathes fire and slaughter,
But George he were ready and in Dragon’s mouth,
He just throws a big pail of water!

The Dragon’s breath sizzled he’d put out the fire,
Our family are all clever fellows!
Then so as that owd Dragon can’t blow up more fire,
With his big spear he punctures his bellows.

Then finding he’d killed it, he out with his knife,
He had gumption beside other merits –
And he cuts open Dragon, and under it’s vest,
Safe and sound are the pup and the ferrets.

That night the Old Baron gave Uncle his bride,
When he saw her he fainted with horror,
She’d a face like a kite, worse than that the old Baron
Said ‘George, you’ll be Saint George tomorrow.’

‘Course, as St George t’were no drinking nor smoking,
They barred him horse racing as well,
And poor old St George, when he looked at his Bride,
Used to wish that old Dragon to… Blazes!

And he got so fed up with this being a Saint,
And the Princess he’d won always naggin’,
That he bunked off one day and he opened a pub,
And he called it the ‘George and the Dragon.

And he did a fine trade, eh, for years and for years.
People all came from near and from far there
Just to see Uncle George and the Dragon which he had had,
Stuffed and hung up in the bar there.

T’were a thousand feet long and three hundred feet ‘wide,
But one day while a big crowd observed it,
It fell off the nail, and squashed Uncle George,
And the blinking old liar deserved it.

Copyright; Weston & Lee

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Photo by kind permission of Katrina the book buyer in Waterston’s  Nottingham today

 Preparing  to put my  book on sale.

Manners Bear And Friends is a children’s poetry book based on manners. The book is £6.95 plus p&p

ISBN No: 9780956400628

If you would like to order the book you can buy at Waterstone’s Nottingham or online 

Or order direct  from us by email at:  poetreecreations@yahoo.com

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Love is…

Dancing through the daffodils

Skipping with the lambs

Love is many things

Love is…

Finding that spring in your step

When your heart is leaping

Wherever you may tread

Love is…

Feeling that burning desire

Being with the one you love

To set your emotions on fire

Love is…

That unique feeling

That unique bond

Knowing you belong

Love is…

Picnics in the park

Being together

Underneath the stars

Love is…

Emotion you may discover

Happiness or sadness

Love is a roller-coaster

Love is an experience

To cherish like no other

Gillian Sims

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Poems for the deepest feelings on Mothers day. Read these poems for your own enjoyment, or use them to create special greetings for mothers. Tip: Copy a poem and then paste in a

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I Still Miss Her

It seems like only yesterday
I sent a Mother’s Day card away.
I didn’t think it would be the last,
I signed it with love and mailed it fast.
Now that she has gone away,
It doesn’t feel like Mother’s Day.
There are no more chances to send a card,
To ship some flowers, to make a call.
There’s no more thanking her for all she’s done.
No more visits,
No more fun.
I cannot hug her or kiss her cheek.
I cannot even share a laugh.
It all too quickly became the past.
I took each visit with her for granted.
I thought there’d always be more to come.
The camera lies still now
From her use and mine.
All the pictures have been taken,
All the memories have been made.
All the words have been spoken,
All the letters have been mailed.
The thing I miss the most of all
Has got to be her voice
Whether on the telephone or talking face to face.
I’d wish for one more conversation either here or at her place.
I know I’ll see her again some day,
We’ll share the sights of heaven.
We’ll talk, we’ll laugh, we’ll hug,
We’ll kiss….it’ll be Mother’s Day once more.
But until then I’ll be a mom for Mother’s Day instead of
Being a daughter.

by Pam Shattuck



To A Gift on Mother’s Day

Through my eyes I see
A sanctum,
Where there are leaves to lead the way;
There the grass needs never cutting
And stays groomed everyday.

Through my eyes I see
A sanctum
That no one can take away.
And through my eyes I see a place
Where all the kids can play.

Through my eyes I see
A sanctum
Where all the days are years;
The mommies there will never age,
Nor will they cry a tear.

I think I’ll call this Mom’s Land,
For beyond its flowered wall,
The beauty matches only a mother’s

And that is the most beautiful of all.

by Kyle Mitchell.

 



Mother

A Mother’s love, is sure to find
A way to comfort, ease your mind 

She knows just how, to build you up
When you’re so down, and can’t look up 

You love the way, she makes you feel
Like you’re so special, her ideal 

Her thought must start, with God above
To bring such caring, with such love 

And as it flows, like gentle rain
It surely helps, when troubles pain 

The love from mine, is oh so clear
I only wish, she was still here 

Her warming glow, is missed each day
Even though, I seldom say 

But she did leave, her gift behind
To help me through, when I may pine 

And that’s the feel, known deep inside
Her faith and love, I still confide

by Roger J. Robicheau

 



GOLD STAR MOTHERS

Started with a group of twenty-five
In the year of twenty-eight
By those who lost a Son or Daughter
From the wartime’s cruel fate.

When the Blue Star on the Service Flag
Was replaced with one of Gold
Everybody knew a Mother grieved
With a loss from that household.

Out of tragedy, we were formed
And, Out of love we continue.
This legacy of Gold Star Mothers
With the heartache, that they knew.

Its so sad, they still exist
And most likely always will
As long as, we go to war
There’s a need they must fulfill.

Submitted By: Del “Abe” Jones

 



MILITARY MOMS

This year on Mother’s Day
We should think of offspring lost
And Mothers of all those Troops
Who paid the ultimate cost.

They’ve watched Sons and Daughters
Sent off to a foreign land
To fight wars and give their all
In some conflicts so ill planned.

But no matter what the reasons
They’ve always stepped up to the line
To give their lives for Freedoms
Enjoyed by all of yours and mine.

We must Honor all those Mothers
Of all those who have Served
And Sacrifices that they made
With our, “Thanks!”, so well deserved.

It takes a very Special Lady
To let Her Child go off to War
Or just to join the Military
With the pride and fear and more.

There’s too many Gold Star Mothers
And if you might know of one
Please send Her a special wish
To praise Her Daughter or Son.

Military Moms are the Greatest
With a strength beyond compare
Who hope and pray their loved one
Comes Home safe, from over there.

So, let’s keep them in our thoughts
And hope their prayers come true
All those Moms and all those Troops
Who stand Strong and Proud, and True.

Submitted By: Del “Abe” Jones

 



FOR MOMS

She was there at the beginning
When the world was new to you –
She was there to turn to happy times
Those when, you were hurt or blue.

She was there to listen to your thoughts
And when you asked, to give advice –
She was there to tell you, “Those don’t match!”
Or, “Hon, you sure look nice.”

She was there with you at nighttime
To help you say your prayers _
She was there to tell you, “It’s alright.”
When you had a dream that scares.

She was there at morning time
To get you up and out of bed –
She was there when you didn’t feel good (or did)
To say, “You’d best stay home, instead.”

She was there when you were hungry
And when you had those dirty clothes –
She was there when you needed her
(How she knew? Only heaven knows.)

She was there at the beginning
And she’ll be there your whole life through –
She’ll be there in your mind and heart
Just like a mother is supposed to do.

Submitted By: Del “Abe” Jones

 



MY ROCK
(Mom)

Sometimes I catch myself
Thinking, “When I phone,
I can talk of this or that!”
Then remember, I’m alone.

She was always there
To answer my calls –
To listen to my “small talk”
Or when I climbed the walls.

At times, I didn’t feel like talking
And somehow, she understood –
Didn’t say she wished I’d call
Or make me feel like I should.

Now, I wish I would have
More times, to show I cared –
To say, just how important
Were, all those times we shared.

I could have shown my love
So much more than I did –
I never, did it enough
Even when I was a kid.

Now it’s too late to do or say
All those things I wish I had –
No way to ease the pain inside
When my heart is sad.

She was my “anchor” to this life –
The “rock”, that I clung to –
The place, where I could turn
When, nowhere else would do.

Now, the ravages of time
Have worn my “rock” away –
And all I have to cling to
Are memories of yesterday

Submitted By: Del “Abe” Jones

 



IN PASSING

Sometimes Mom in passing
Would pat you on the back
And sometimes in passing
She’d show you the right track.

Sometimes Mom in passing
Would say, “You sure look nice!”
And sometimes in passing
She could, make you, think twice.

Sometimes Mom in passing
Would lightly touch your hair
And sometimes in passing
She’d show you what was fair.

Sometimes Mom in passing
Would ask, “What do you mean?”
And sometimes in passing
She would get in between.

Sometimes Mom in passing
Would give you, “that look”
And sometimes in passing
Would give you what it took.

But this time, Mom is passing
From this world to the best
And this time in passing
She’ll pass the final test.

And when Mom has passed
And the pain is so unkind
Just look and you’ll find her
There in your heart and mind.

Submitted By: Del “Abe” Jones

 



A Mothers Love

To some love is just a word
To me it’s a feeling
A feeling I get every time I look into your eyes
A feeling I get when I realize your my mom
A mom who loves, shares, A mom who inspires
Unconditionally
What’s that?
That’s love
A mothers love, but only you would know
And me
You returned that love time and time again
Possibly to much, nevertheless you did
Thank-you
Thank-you for being there when I needed you most
For being my rock when I should have been yours
Thank-you for believing in me, even when I doubted myself
For being the one person I could trust
No matter what, no matter where
But most of all thank-you for being you-my mom
A mom I am so proud to claim
I love you
Now and forever

Submitted by Trevor Duggan

 



No Love like a Mother’s Love

There is no love, like a mother’s love,
no stronger bond on earth…
like the precious bond that comes from God,
to a mother, when she gives birth.

A mother’s love is forever strong,
never changing for all time…
and when her children need her most,
a mother’s love will shine.

God bless these special mothers,
God bless them every one…
for all the tears and heartache,
and for the special work they’ve done.

When her days on earth are over,
a mother’s love lives on…
through many generations,
with God’s blessings on each one.

Be thankful for our mothers,
for they love with a higher love…
from the power God has given,
and the strength from up above.

by Jill Lemming


Before the child is born

A mother’s love begins
Before the child is born
And lasts through time
And difficulties
And differences
And many wounds
And days of joy
And days of sorrow
Winding, wearing
Weeping, sharing
Changing
Until, at the end
What remains
Is that solid core
That began as love
Before the child was born.

Submitted by Ruth Greer.

 



STILL IN THE HEART

I have this Lady friend
Whose Mother passed away
Moving to a better place
And, a peaceful day.

I know about the pain
That, she is going through
Because the loss of “Mom”
Is the saddest, that is true.

Sometimes, it is a blessing
When their “life” is in decline
Not, what it used to be
When, “everything” worked fine.

But still, it hurts so much
When Mother goes away
When you know you won’t see Her
For, forever and a day.

But the memories will be there
And will help, to get you through
When, you’re thinking of Mom
And, feeling kind of blue.

SENT WITH LOVE TO YOU MUM XXXXXX

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I MEANT TO DO MY WORK TODAY

I meant to do my work today…
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree.
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand…
So what could I do but laugh and go?

~By Richard LeGallienne~

TREES

Trees are the kindest things I know,
They do no harm, they simply grow.
And spread a shade for sleepy cows,
And gather birds among their boughs.

They give us fruit in leaves above,
And wood to make our houses of,
And leaves to burn on Halloween,
And in the Spring new buds of green.

They are first when the day’s begun
To touch the beams of morning sun,
They are the last to hold the light
When evening changes into night.

And when a moon floats on the sky
They hum a drowsy lullaby,
Of sleepy children long ago…
Trees are the kindest things I know.

~By Harry Behn~

FEEDING THE BIRDS…

To me, the garden is a doorway to other worlds;
one of them, of course, is the world of birds.
The garden is their dinner table,
bursting with bugs and worms and succulent berries.
~by Anne Raver~

***

As Autumn aproaches,
it’s time to set up a feeding station
for our feathered friends,
so we can enjoy their company in our garden,
over the winter months.
In the garden, their are plenty of plants,
rich in berries, enticing birds into the garden,
but they will need a little extra,
to see them through the months to come.

***

Here are some festive ideas…

String whole peanuts
and dried fruit together to create a garland.

Scoop out some orange halves,
make three holes around the rim for hanging
and then tie with string/ribbon.
Fill with suet, nuts or birdseed.

Find some pinecones,
and coat with peanut butter or suet,
then roll in birdseed.
Hang on your bird-table,
or tree with string/ribbon.

***

A really good idea,
is too keep a container with a lid
in the kitchen,
to put
bread crumbs/stale bread/crusts/crackers/rolls in,
and biscuits/cookies/cake and cereals,
also apple cores can go in too.

What a feast they will have 🙂

GARDEN PATH

Let’s stroll along a garden path
And just enjoy the day
No thoughts of worries fill our minds
We’ll just wander on our way.

Forget about life’s problems
You’ll see that they will keep
Just walk with me a little ways
Nature’s blessings we will reap.

Let’s find some joy in little things
We’ll talk of nothing much
Just wander down the garden path
Sweet flowers we shall touch.

We’ll find a spot to sit awhile
And watch the clouds float by
We’ll listen to the song of birds
And sigh a pleasant sigh.

When at last the day is over
And home now we must go
Take the memory along with you
For the days you’re feeling low.

~by Charlotte Anselmo~

A LITTLE POEM…

The kiss of the sun for pardon.
The song of the bird for mirth.
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.

~Author Unknown~

DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush;
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.

~Author Unknown~

CHINESE PROVERBS…

Keep a green tree in your heart
and perhaps a singing bird will come.
~Chinese Proverb~

That the birds of worry and care
fly over your head,
this you cannot change,
but that they build nests in your hair,
this you can prevent.
~Chinese proverb~

A bird does not sing
because it has an answer;
it sings because it has a song.
~Chinese proverb~

MY MOTHER

One crisp, bright, moisty, morning,
When Spring was on the brink,
My memories started blooming,
I couldn’t help but think.

Of a woman I called Mother,
And what she’s meant to me,
Of long time that has passed,
Just what and who was she?

Did you ever see a butterfly,
Elusive and so free,
So elegant and beautiful,
A sight for all to see?

Did you ever see a sunset,
Spectacular and bright,
But fading, oh, so quickly,
Like a spurling, whirling kite?

Did you ever see the dewdrops,
Sparkling in the sun,
Just waiting to be gently touched,
But gone before it’s done?

Did you ever see a rainstorm,
Brewing in the sky,
Slowly rumbling and a tumbling,
Before your very eyes?

I know you’ve heard a songbird,
With it’s slow caressing tune,
That comforts and that soothes you,
As a warm beeze blows at noon.

All of these are memories,
Of a timid soul, I’ve known,
Who I can now appreciate,
Since I am up and grown!

~By Phyllis Cole~

 

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