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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My Happy New Year wish for you
Is for your best year yet,
A year where life is peaceful,
And what you want, you get.

A year in which you cherish
The past year’s memories,
And live your life each new day,
Full of bright expectancies.

I wish for you a holiday
With happiness galore;
And when it’s done I wish you
Happy New Year, and many more.

By Joanna Fuchs

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The ambulance men touched her cold
body, lifted it, heavy as iron,
onto the stretcher, tried to close the
mouth, closed the eyes, tied the
arms to the sides, moved a caught
strand of hair, as if it mattered,
saw the shape of her breasts, flattened by
gravity, under the sheet
carried her, as if it were she,
down the steps.

These men were never the same. They went out
afterwards, as they always did,
for a drink or two, but they could not meet
each other’s eyes.

Their lives took
a turn – one had nightmares, strange
pains, impotence, depression. One did not
like his work, his wife looked
different, his kids. Even death
seemed different to him – a place where she
would be waiting,

and one found himself standing at night
in the doorway to a room of sleep, listening to a
woman breathing, just an ordinary
woman
breathing.

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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching.
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

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ROBERT BURNS 1759-1796
A RED, RED ROSE

O my love’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my love’s like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair you are, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love you still, my Dear,
‘Til all the seas gone dry.

‘Til all the seas gone dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun:
I will love you still, my Dear,
While the sands of life shall run.

And fare you well, my only Love,
And fare you well a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
‘Though it were ten thousand mile!

* SOME CHANGES HAVE BEEN MADE TO ELIMINATE OLD ENGLISH

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