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Our new house

 

 

We moved into our new house

In the middle of the street

Opened the Blue  front door

And lo and behold there

Was a beautiful wooden floor

Down the hall  and off to the right

Was a kitchen any mother’s delight

Cupboards from top to bottom

Cooker and hob not a bad job

In the front room was an open fire

That would keep us worm at night

Up the stairs was three bed rooms

Two large and one small

The bathroom was green and white

Mum can’t stand Green and White

looked out of the window

A garden to see a jungle with grass

So high it reached the sky

 Were  Lions and Tigers could hide

But me and my wife love our new house

Even with Lions and Tigers around

By Thomas Sims

GILLIAN’S Great book give away in St Annes nottingham

Gillian Sims gave free books to members of her community on Tuesday 23rd October. 2012

The Manners collection was published in 2009.
This book was at the heart of the community on Tuesday where it was first launched at the Chase library three years ago.
Many children will have the pleasure of reading the light-hearted poetry about manners and will engage with the fun characters while they tell their tales.
Photos and books were exchanged in the community,and all were delighted to receive the books.

BISHOP JOAN RICHARDS  

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NOTTINGHAM

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NOTTINGHAM

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I still send them

It really amazed me

A robin perched for food

It was lovely sight to see

Then all the cyclists

Taking part in the Tour of Britain

Then my eyes just spotted a letter that was

Written

From Malcolm Bradshaw

Thanking the poets

He said, readers aren’t sending them in

But I can tell, Malcolm

Mine could have filled a bin

The ones that meant a lot me

About my mum and dad

Were there in print for all to see,

Which made me very glad

There weren’t always poems

Then in nineteen eighty four

I had a Christmas Eve poem

I thought one day ,I’ll send some more

My first publication I remember the most

I have a lot to say thanks for

To the Nottingham Post.

Jean Taylor

Nottingham Post

Autumn

Autumn was it when we first met

Autumn is it what I can’t forget

Autumn have made me alive
because in Autumn you entered my life

In Autumn you came like a summer breece
I didn’t realize what it is

In Autumn I fell in love at first sight
I knew that everything was alright

In Autumn there was that special dance
I knew our love will not have a chance

In Autumn I was under your spell
Autumn – a secret I will never tell

In Autumn you showed me pride
I wish I had never left your side

In Autumn miracles came true
everything I was loging for was you

That Autumn changed my life in many ways
I will never forget those special days

Autumn was it when we first met
Autumn is it what I can’t forget 

Sheila Butterfly

Quotes for october SEND ONE NOW

 

  

“In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought 

and care and toil.  And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as
from August to November.”
–   Rose G. Kingsley, The Autumn Garden

 

 

“I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand, shadowless like Silence, listening
To Silence.”
–   Thomas Hood

 

 

“He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination
is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.”
–   Henry James  

 

 

“I have come to a still, but not a deep center,
A point outside the glittering current;
My eyes stare at the bottom of a river,
At the irregular stones, iridescent sandgrains,
My mind moves in more than one place,
In a country half-land, half-water.
I am renewed by death, thought of my death,
The dry scent of a dying garden in September,
The wind fanning the ash of a low fire.
What I love is near at hand,
Always, in earth and air.”
–  Theodore Roethke, The Far Field    

 

 

“Corn and grain, corn and grain,
All that falls shall rise again.”
–  Wiccan Harvest Chant

 

 

“Just before the death of flowers,
And before they are buried in snow,
There comes a festival season
When nature is all aglow.”
–   Author Unknown

 

 

“There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on
the feelings, as now in October.”
–  Nathaniel Hawthorne

 

 

“Spring comes with flowers, autumn with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow.  When idle
concerns don’t fill your thoughts, that’s your best season.”
–   Wu-Men

 

 

“A child looking at ruins grows younger
but cold
and wants to wake to a new name
I have been younger in October
than in all the months of spring
walnut and may leaves the color
of shoulders at the end of summer
a month that has been to the mountain
and become light there
the long grass lies pointing uphill
even in death for a reason
that none of us knows
and the wren laughs in the early shade now
come again shining glance in your good time
naked air late morning
my love is for lightness
of touch foot feather
the day is yet one more yellow leaf
and without turning I kiss the light
by an old well on the last of the month
gathering wild rose hips
in the sun.”
–   W. S. Merwin,  
The Love of October

 

 

“The sweet calm sunshine of October, now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold
The pur0ple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.”
–   William Cullen Bryant

 

 

“The clump of maples on the hill,
And this one near the door,
Seem redder, quite a lot, this year
Than last, or year before;
I wonder if it’s jest because
I Love the Old State more!”
–   David L. Cady, October in Vermont  

 

 

“The scarlet of maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
to see the frosty asters like smoke
upon the hills.”
–   William Bliss Carman  

 

 

“My tidings for you: the stag bells,
Winter snows, Summer is gone.

Wind high and cold, low the sun,
Short his course, sea running high.

Deep-red the bracken, its shape all gone,
The wild goose has raised his wonted cry.

Cold has caught the wings of birds.
Season of ice – these are my tidings.”
–  Irish Poem, Translated by Caitlin Matthews  

 

“The leaves fall patiently
Nothing remembers or grieves
The river takes to the sea
The yellow drift of leaves.”
–   Sara Teasdale

 

 

“Youth is like spring, an over-praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes.
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.”
–   Samuel Butler

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O AUTUMN ANALYSIS – Your Favourite poem

I
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

II
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

III
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,–
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

By John keats

Autumn By Malcolm Bradshaw

Bugle to the brave

On village greens in each county

Buglers would give out the call

To labourers scything the harvest

And masons repairing the walls

The drummers would beat out a rhythm

That few of the crowd could resist

Recruiters would badger the shy ones

Until  not a soul had been missed

They signed on their pieces of paper

Encouraged by girlfriends and wives

Not one of them once ever wondered

The effect it would have on their lives

Proudly they marched with the bandsmen

Eyes on the lead Union Jack

Smiling and waving to loved ones

How many of them would be back?

The training was hard and demanding

Their humour would carry them through

Then finally off to the harbour

And places that none of them knew

Still filled with the hope of a victory

They marched with swagger and sway

The noise and the horror of battle

Would greet them the very next day

They spent just a day in the trenches

Bombarded by bullet and shell

How cruel the realisation 

How real to be in this hell

At dawn came the now dreaded order

“Over the top lads you go”

Some of them came back to trenches

But how- they would never know

The dead the dying and injured

Lay in a wallow of mud

Infected by lice and diseases

Surviving however they could

Just when they thought it was over

New shells were filling the air

Mustard gas filled all the trenches

And stripped off their skin and their hair

The screams of the Tommie’s were dreadful

They suffered throughout the long night

Crying aloud for attention

For some it had taken their sight

Now we must never forget them

Those brave men who answered the call

To fight for their King and for Country

Hero’s defined- one and all

By Don Holmes

Dear April

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A little girl so precious and bright 
Her family go on and still they fight,
Early mornings long devastatingly days
Cold wet and lonely at night,
Their little girl taken in a flash
The cold hearted person a piece of spiteful trash,
In strangers thoughts as people pray 
For a beautiful girl home safe today,

Outside she played is that so wrong?
But evil was around and she was gone !!
April Jones we hope you’re safe home
You should come and let justice be done !!

Gemma Cutforth

Sheila

 
 
 
 
In the bar she sat alone
 
Just with her mobile phone
 
She sipped on her happy hour beer
 
And showed signs of fear
 
That he’d let her down again
 
The beer glass began to stain
 
In rings on the wobbling table
 
She stood, unable
 
To move or speak with clarity
 
Life was without hilarity.
 
 
Stephen Holloway.
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