Poetry, stolen from Miss P, who stole it from Cookwitch and Rhino
When you see this entry, post your favourite poem (or an excerpt) in your own journal.
Blanche by Keith Michell
(Must do arm movements when telling small children the poem!)
A baby owl, whose name was Blanche
Perched bravely on a narrow branch
And wondered whether she should try
To jump up and attempt to fly...
She bravely counted up to ten
And then, she counted ten again
She jumped! She found she couldn't fly
And lay there, looking at the sky
"It's lucky that that branch", said she
"was on the ground, and not the tree."
Then off she ran and flapped her wings
And said "These are most awkward things
"For though I skip and jump quite high
"I'm still no nearer to the sky..."
And falling down, she gave a howl
And wished she'd never been an owl.
And finally her mother found her
And put a great big wing around her
And said "Dear Blanche, don't be upset!
You haven't grown your feathers yet."
Blanche by Keith Michell
(Must do arm movements when telling small children the poem!)
A baby owl, whose name was Blanche
Perched bravely on a narrow branch
And wondered whether she should try
To jump up and attempt to fly...
She bravely counted up to ten
And then, she counted ten again
She jumped! She found she couldn't fly
And lay there, looking at the sky
"It's lucky that that branch", said she
"was on the ground, and not the tree."
Then off she ran and flapped her wings
And said "These are most awkward things
"For though I skip and jump quite high
"I'm still no nearer to the sky..."
And falling down, she gave a howl
And wished she'd never been an owl.
And finally her mother found her
And put a great big wing around her
And said "Dear Blanche, don't be upset!
You haven't grown your feathers yet."