by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep.

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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It snowed so gloriously, all day long.

I love how snow feels in my hair,

So softly, slowly, fluffy fluttering

It falls so gently through the air,

Straight down, no gusty, whining wind.

And all the hills and mountains too,

Are bathed and washed out lily white.

With many frozen tree limbs shining

Shimmering, silver reflected light.

The river is dark and deathly cold.

A rabbit hopping into view, he sniffs

The newly cleansed cool air, and then

The hawk, twirls high and higher

Surveying an endless stretching white,

The river’s black and charged with ice.

This smoothly sculpted landscape too,

With telling tales and lively traces,

And just like life that hides just under

Our clean and freshly smiling faces,

Snow hides more life than life upon it.

Sandra Osborne

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Happiness

Happiness is the smile that appears when your love walks through the door

It’s the fact that everyday you love her even more

Happiness is smiling when nothing goes your way

Happiness is family when you’ve had a tired day

Where do you find happiness do you look up or down?

You find it in the mirror at the absence of a frown

Happiness can be described in so many different ways

So let’s just hope when it finally comes it will never go away

Nesean Coombs

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How do you like to go up in a swing,

Up in the air so blue?  

Oh, I do think it’s the pleasentest thing

Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,

Till I can see so wide,

River and trees and cattle and all

Over the countryside…

Till I look down on the garden green

Down on the roof so brown…

Un in the air I go flying again,

Up in the air and down!

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Poem of the month
Daddy Fell into the Pond

Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And when there seemed to be nothing beyond,
Then
Daddy fell into the pond!

And everyone’s face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
“Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!
He’s crawling out of the duckweed!” Click!

Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,
And doubled up, shaking silently,
And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft,
And it sounded as if the old drake laughed.
Oh, there wasn’t a thing that didn’t respond
When
Daddy Fell into the pond!

Alfred Noyes.

* drake: male duck

* quack: the sound ducks make.

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I went to a party,
and remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mum,
so I had a Sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
that I didn’t drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.

(más…)

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