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When you smile,
I get a reason to cheer,
All the special moments so rear,
All the things my dear,
With you, life is so meaningful,
My friend you are truely wonderful,
LOVE YOU A LOT!

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As the wind howled ruffly the trees moved in the same direction and all the animals were sleeping. It was past midnight in the middle of a jungle…………./Emily

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Hetty, when I was born the doctor read me this poem because my name

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

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If all the world were paper.  Mrs Finley

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If all the world were paper.  Mrs Finley

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https://childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/if-all-the-world-were-paper/

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If all the world were paper
I would fold up my gran
and take her everywhere I go.
I would laminate my baby sister in bubble wrap
and lay her to sleep in unbound fairy-tale book pages.
And should she get scared,
rip every fear,
shred every scream,
tear every tear.

If all the world were paper
I would re-bind my grandfather,
smooth out the dog-ears to all his stories,
place his younger days in a zoetrope
and flush the harrowing chapters
down an ink-gurgling well.

If all the world were paper,
kind deeds would be post-it notes
that stick to the doer in ever-growing trails,
so we would always remember,
friends would come with perforated lines
so you could keep their best bits with you
at all times.

If all the world were paper,
Christmas wrapping foil and birthday cards
would follow you to school.

If all the world were paper
dreams would be braille
so we could read them whilst we slept,
nightmares would be shopping lists
because shopping lists are so easy to forget.

If all the world were paper
arguments would rustle before they started
and could be put right with a little tape.

If all the world were paper
we could paperclip families together,
draw smiles on all the sad faces,
rub out the tears,
cover our homes in Tippex and start all over again.

All the world is not paper,
but whilst we can imagine it were
we can recycle the rough times
knowing we will never ever fold.

Copyright: first published in The Works 6 edited by Pie Corbett (Macmillan, 2007), © Joseph Coelho 2007, from Werewolf Club Rules: Poems (Frances Lincoln, 2014), used by permission of the author and the publisher

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If All The World Were Paper - The Children’s Poetry Archive

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Listen and read along to ‘If All The World Were Paper’.

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the lost words

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Little BIT POEM - to annotate - add your comments

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Little BIT POEM - to annotate - add your comments

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she slouched on the couch  she sprawled in the hall she snoozed on the shoes tucked under the bed

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the pools contains mystrys worlds

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Be a good student
Learn as much as you can
Always be willing to grab education
For the time is in good hand
Study your books
And strive for the best
Focus on your study’s
And be a cut above the rest

Zara

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photografers took photographsand busy writers wrote as grocers groomed and strokers stroked and conversed comes this coat