Showing posts with label Childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Childhood. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Home Again



I crawled out of bed 
this morning
at 3am
to catch a very early flight
 back home to Australia
from New Zealand

and was rewarded with 
dawn views
of Mt Ruapehu 
in the centre 
of the North Island






While in Christchurch
I found many treasures...
the above picture 
shows my younger sister
in the highchair,

and me aged three
with koala
and fluffy
patent leather muff,
a gift from 
 an Aunt in Australia

Do you think
my koala fascination
may have begun 
way back then...


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Thursday, February 5, 2009

School Days

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In P4 my teacher was called Miss Howell. It was a stern name for a stern teacher with a stern appearance and manner.

But every morning around 10.15am when we sat on the mat to listen to a selection of A.A.Milne poems her warmth penetrated through her tough outer shell as she joined with us in the enjoyment of poetry.

One of the class favourites was:



The Four Friends

Ernest was an elephant, a great big fellow,
Leonard was a lion with a six foot tail,
George was a goat, and his beard was yellow,
And James was a very small snail.

Leonard had a stall, and a great big strong one,
Earnest had a manger, and its walls were thick,
George found a pen, but I think it was the wrong one,
And James sat down on a brick

Earnest started trumpeting, and cracked his manger,
Leonard started roaring, and shivered his stall,
James gave a huffle of a snail in danger
And nobody heard him at all.

Earnest started trumpeting and raised such a rumpus,
Leonard started roaring and trying to kick,
James went on a journey with the goats new compass
And he reached the end of his brick.

Ernest was an elephant and very well intentioned,
Leonard was a lion with a brave new tail,
George was a goat, as I think I have mentioned,
but James was only a snail.




My favourite was 'Forgiven'.



Forgiven

I found a little beetle; so that Beetle was his name,
And I called him Alexander and he answered just the same.
I put him in a match-box, and I kept him all the day ...
And Nanny let my beetle out -
Yes, Nanny let my beetle out -
She went and let my beetle out -
And Beetle ran away.

She said she didn't mean it, and I never said she did,
She said she wanted matches and she just took off the lid,
She said that she was sorry, but it's difficult to catch
An excited sort of beetle you've mistaken for a match.

She said that she was sorry, and I really mustn't mind,
As there's lots and lots of beetles which she's certain we could find,
If we looked about the garden for the holes where beetles hid -
And we'd get another match-box and write BEETLE on the lid.

We went to all the places which a beetle might be near,
And we made the sort of noises which a beetle likes to hear,
And I saw a kind of something, and I gave a sort of shout:
"A beetle-house and Alexander Beetle coming out!"

It was Alexander Beetle I'm as certain as can be,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought it must be Me,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought he ought to say:
"I'm very very sorry that I tried to run away."

And Nanny's very sorry too for you-know-what-she-did,
And she's writing ALEXANDER very blackly on the lid,
So Nan and Me are friends, because it's difficult to catch
An excited Alexander you've mistaken for a match.




Did you have a favourite A.A. Milne poem?

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