The Legend of St. George and the Dragon
St. George travelled for many months by land and sea until he came to Libya. Here he met a poor hermit who told him that everyone in that land was in great distress, for a dragon had long ravaged the country.
‘Every day,’ said the old man, ‘he demands the sacrifice of a beautiful maiden and now all the young girls have been killed. The king’s daughter alone remains, and unless we can find a knight who can slay the dragon she will be sacrificed tomorrow. The king of Egypt will give his daughter in marriage to the champion who overcomes this terrible monster.’
When St. George heard this story, he was determined to try and save the princess, so he rested that night in the hermit’s hut, and at daybreak set out to the valley where the dragon lived. When he drew near he saw a little procession of women, headed by a beautiful girl dressed in pure Arabian silk. The princess Sabra was being led by her attendants to the place of death. The knight spurred his horse and overtook the ladies. He comforted them with brave words and persuaded the princess to return to the palace. Then he entered the valley.
As soon as the dragon saw him it rushed from its cave, roaring with a sound louder than thunder. Its head was immense and its tail fifty feet long. But St. George was not afraid. He struck the monster with his spear, hoping he would wound it.
The dragon’s scales were so hard that the spear broke into a thousand pieces. and St. George fell from his horse. Fortunately he rolled under an enchanted orange tree against which poison could not prevail, so that the venomous dragon was unable to hurt him. Within a few minutes he had recovered his strength and was able to fight again.
He smote the beast with his sword, but the dragon poured poison on him and his armour split in two. Once more he refreshed himself from the orange tree and then, with his sword in his hand, he rushed at the dragon and pierced it under the wing where there were no scales, so that it fell dead at his feet.
Easter time is upon us
Spring has come at last
Displaying all her beauty
Like a carpet she has cast
Out of the dreary winter
With colours of every shade
A breath-taking panorama
That Mother Nature has made
Frogs in the Lilly ponds
With frogspawn all around
Soon there will be tadpoles
Jumping up and down
Birds are also busy
Building with haste and zest
Making ready for new life
As they build their precious nest
Children prepare their Easter bonnets
Decorated with chicks eggs and glue
Display them at the Easter Parade
For the delights of me and you
It’s a time of new beginnings
To focus on new things to do
Be more positive in your thinking
To create a better future for you
Mothers Day will be upon us soon
How are we going to celebrate this event?
Shall we buy her chocolates and flowers?
Or buy her an expensive bottle of scent
We all take mothers for granted
Expecting she will always be there
She is always a good listener
And all your problems she will share
She sometimes becomes a nurse and a doctor
When you have hurt yourself at play
She will sit you upon her lap
Until the pain goes away
She will do these things all of your life
In sickness and in health
She will never give up on you
For a mother never thinks of her self
A champion to all of the family
At times she will have her say
For a mother is the kingpin of the family
So show your appreciation on this her special day
Mothers Day will be upon us soon
How are we going to celebrate this event?
Why not dedicate a poem to your Mother
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The legend of the Dambusters – the 19 Lancaster bombers of the RAF’s 617 Squadron – was enshrined in war-time history 70 years ago, when the planes flew to Germany on the night of 16/17 May to drop their Barnes Wallis-designed bouncing bombs on the Mohne, Eder and Sorpe dams in the industrial heartland of the Ruhr region.
Codenamed Operation Chastise, 56 of the airmen who set out on the mission did not return. Eight bombers were shot down, 53 men were killed and three men were captured. Today’s infographic salutes the incredible bravery of all those who dared to fly that night.
Click on the graphic for an expanded view.
For those of you who the 617 Sqd name does not ring a bell, 617 was formed at RAF Scampton on 21 March 1943, and was allocated the unit identification code MZ for the period April to September 1939, (even though, the unit didn’t technically exist at the time.) and was the squadron that would go on to bomb the Ruhr valleys dams in Germany, later known as “The Dambusters”.
Handpicked By Wng. Cmdr. Guy Gibson (whom was awarded a Victoria Cross for his part in the raid), it included amongst its ranks contingents of the Royal Canadian Air Force, Royal Australian Air Force and Royal New Zealand Air Force and was formed for the specific task of attacking three major dams in Germany: the Möhne, Eder and Sorpe. The plan was given the codename Operation Chastise and was carried out on 17 May 1943.
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My books have arrived in Waterstones book shop in Nottingham – Manners Bear And Friends by Gillian Sims
Photo by kind permission of Katrina the book buyer in Waterston’s Nottingham today
Preparing to put my book on sale.
Manners Bear And Friends is a children’s poetry book based on manners. The book is £6.95 plus p&p
ISBN No: 9780956400628
If you would like to order the book you can buy at Waterstone’s Nottingham or online
Or order direct from us by email at: email@example.com
Order of the Garter
Honi soit qui mal y pense
Evil to him who thinks evil of it
Edward III established the Order of the Garter on St George’s Day 1349, his aim to bind into a brotherhood a select group of knights, twenty-five in all.
An honourable intent?
The Black Death raged across Europe. The monks in their monasteries, the lords in their manor halls and castles – the king’s own family – the paupers, the hard-working, the idlers, indiscriminate of whom it infected, the plague wiped out between a third and half of all England’s population. Famine and starvation followed. Yet the king ordered a grand tournament – the main event to be a battle to decide which of the countess of Salisbury’s two husbands had the legal right! And for the accompanying festivities the king’s court dressed in their finest. Unsurprising, the monks, clerics and priors objected.
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Happy St George’s Day! Nowadays, it’s not St George’s martyrdom that propelled him to popularity, but the tales of his heroism in slaying dragons and rescuing maidens.
Whilst St George never visited the British Isles, during the Middle Ages he became revered by the English and according to legend fought on their side in the Crusades and the Hundred Years’ War.
Several cities, towns and villages around the country are enthusiastically celebrating St George, so we thought we would bring you some nostalgic photos that might help in a small way remind us all of what makes England so great!
This is a nice idea to put chocolate eggs in, decorated eggs as show here, or even to add some colour to your fridge instead of boring cardboard.
Shredded Paper (optional)
Step One: Paint the carton any colour you like. I painted mine turquoise and coral with gold dots for one and gold stripes for the other.
Step Two: Place the shredded paper in the carton
St George was a very brave guy
As he set out to slay the dragon
He set out on his trusty steed
With all his weapons pack on his wagon
He hunted high and low to find the dragon
He travelled far and wide
He decided to set up camp and rest
Placed his head in his hands and cried
Then in the distance he heard a mighty roar
With fire and smoke he could see
He decided to wait until morning
Snuggled down to sleep under a tree
As the sun arose in the morning
He mounted his trusty steed
For he was in a great hurry
As he galloped of at a very fast pace
He finally came face to face with the dragon
Who was snorting out fire and smoke?
He looked at St George and sniggered
For the dragon thought it was a big joke
A battle ensued between both of them
A furious fight took place
In the end St George was the victor
But the dragon died with a smile on his face
Malcolm G Bradshaw
Saint George sat all alone
In a tavern enjoying a flagon
He was pondering deep in thought
On how he was going to slay the dragon
He mounted his trusty steed
In his armour with shield and lance
Sped of into the distance thinking
Would he succeed, would he stand a chance?
As he approached the clearing
The mighty dragon stood tall
With fire coming from his nostrils
He stood with his back to the wall
A mighty battle soon enraged
As George lunged forward with his lance
The dragon fought with courage
But alas the dragon didn’t stand a chance
He rid the village of the dragon
So everyone could live in peace
The villages hailed him a hero
For the terror now was to cease
George became the patron saint of England
Where it’s celebrated every year
So enjoy all the celebrations you attend
When you see Saint George give him a cheer
St George he had a dragon
He called him Smoky Joe
He used to cough and splutter
And blows smoke wherever he would go.
One day he drank some water
And steam came out his ears
This made old Smoky wither
And brought poor George to tears ,
But George still pretended he had slain all the dragon’s
But did he slay them all ?
They say there are some in England,
With lot’s of spiky scales
But the myth is that they live somewhere
But maybe somewhere in South Wales.
By Thomas Sims
Mackenzie put a whoopie cushion
on the teacher’s chair.
Makayla told the teacher
that a bug was in her hair.
Alyssa brought an apple
with a purple gummy worm
and gave it to the teacher
just to see if she would squirm.
Elijah left a piece of plastic
dog doo on the floor,
and Vincent put some plastic vomit
in the teacher’s drawer.
Amanda put a goldfish
in the teacher’s drinking glass.
These April Fool’s Day pranks
are ones that you could use in class.
Before you go and try them, though,
there’s something I should mention:
The teacher wasn’t fooling
when she put us in detention.
This saddest chore we will fulfil,
We women weak and weary still
From all these awful days have wrought,
We will embalm him as we ought.
But who will roll the stone away, and what about the guard?
So many things combined to make this day so very hard.
There’s the rich man’s garden, but what happened to the tomb?
My friends nervously approach and peer into the gloom.
An unknown voice calls, “He’s not here!” We scatter, terrified.
A minute later I return and take a look inside.
They’ve taken him! But where and why? What do they hope to gain?
Can’t they just allow us to endure our private pain?
“Please, sir, Mr Gardener, I do not mean to lurk,
Just tell me where you’ve taken Him, I’ll leave you to your work.”
“Mary,” says a voice I know, I look up in surprise,
And wipe the blurring tears from my disbelieving eyes.
It’s Him! He is alive and His body glorified!
“Teacher!” I said, so overjoyed to be there by his side.
“Do not cling to me,” He said, “I must still yet ascend
To my Father up in heaven, I am faithful to the end.”
“Go to all my brothers and tell them this from me:
I’m going to the glory that is mine eternally.”
That dawn began a whole new age, His rule began that day;
We’ll follow our beloved king, the Truth, the Life, the Way!