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The legend of St George’s and the dragon

The Legend of St. George and the Dragon

St GeorgeSt. 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.

George slaying the dragon

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.

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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.

St George fights the dragon with his sword

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.

The dragon is killed

How will you be celebrating St George’s Day?

NATIONAL NO SMOKING DAY

April fools

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.

–Kenn Nesbitt

“April Fools Day”

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I’ve been known to act like a fool,
not just once but a time or two.
So April Fools Day suits me to a T
It’s a special holiday made just for me!

 Author: Nancy Hughes

April Fool

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It’s that time of the year

When everyone wants to shout

So you have to be on your guard

Don’t let them all catch you out

 

So you be the first one to be aware

Make sure it’s before noon be cool

Catch all your friends on the hop

Playing the game of April fool.

 

Malcolm Bradshaw

DON’T BE FOOLED

Don’t be fooled

On the first day of April

Everyone tries to deceive you all

Some of us are easily taken in

Because we are not always on the ball

 

So, remember as the day approaches

You all will have to stay cool

Because not all of us

Want to become an April fool

 

Malcolm Bradshaw

The Dawn – Promote Yourself

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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!

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HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE FROM POETREE CREATIONS

EGG

EASTER

Newly hatched eggs

Bring little chicks,

Bouncing lambs

And new born pigs

We hunt for eggs

And tasty sweets,

Chocolate bunnies

Lots of treats.

New sunny days

The winter has gone,

Colourful flowers

A bright spring sun.

Bright red skies

New things to see

Loving the Springtime

Feeling free.

Abbe Cutforth

Stones which must be rolled away

 

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When Mary went to the tomb of Jesus on that first Easter morn

She knew that she had a problem that she must solve that day

She knew that the tomb with a large stone had been sealed

The problem was “who would help her roll the stone away?”

This is a problem that was not unique to them

And it is one that each one of us must face

For there are many stones in our life that need to be rolled away

Stones that hinder every member of the human race

The first stone to be rolled away is the stone of sin

A tendency which all of us have inherited

The desire that we should always please ourselves

Which shows that our salvation has not been merited

The second stone is the stone of unbelief

Which we have no faith in a future life in eternity

The belief that we must get as much as we can from our life on earth

Without excepting there is a future life in eternity

The third stone to be rolled away is the sin of pride

The feeling that we are superior to those we know

We may well be proud of our achievements

But humility is the other face we should show

The fourth stone to be rolled away is the sin of idolatry

When we worship Gods that have been made by man

Things which might not be bad in themselves

But not the God who was present when the world began

The fifth stone to be rolled away is the stone of prejudice

When we erect barriers between ourselves and others that we meet

Our conclusions are often drawn before all the facts are known

In other words we make our judgement before our knowledge is complete

And there are many other stones that need to be rolled away

If from the tomb of misery we are to be freed

For if we could live a truly happy life

We must live the kind of life God decreed

Ron Martin

HIDE AND SEEK

The grand – children have arrived

For their chocolate surprise

Easter eggs lined up

For everyone

Around the house

Play hide and seek

Grandad hide’s and children seek

Then they’re given their Easter treat

By Thomas Sims

EASTER TIME


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

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Mothers Special Day

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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

 

Malcolm Bradshaw

Mothers Day will be upon us soon

How are we going to celebrate this event?

Why not dedicate a poem to your Mother 

This Sunday

SEND YOUR DEDICATIONS OR POEMS

TO

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Mothers Day

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I often think of my childhood days

And the love that my mother showered on me

Helping me to achieve my ambitions

I become a respected member of society

Memories of her often come into my mind

And I remember the things she used to say

That if I wish to be a success in life

That hard work and honesty would pave the way

These words made a great impression on me

And although it is a long time since you passed away

Her impression helped to form my character

And that is why I am thinking of you today

Ron Martin

Mothers Day

 

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My mother was the epitome of perfection

She was eighty nine when she passed away

Who left us with many happy memories

Of everything she did and everything she had to say

For over sixty years she cared for her family

Which was composed of four girls and one boy

In spite of the many problems she had to face

She managed to fill our lives with joy

Memories of those times often come into my mind

These memories drive the sadness of her loss away

The efforts that she made and the joy she gave

Are remembered so on mothers day

Ron Martin

 

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY

Mothers Day -GENTLE SHE WAS – Promote Yourself


  
 

Gentle she was, a young woman of means,

Beautiful in her Marcel Wave she was. 

A hair dresser with her own shop 

A teaser of hair and tresses. 

Then the quiet Irish man took her eye and her heart.

Not impressed were her parents 

With the young Irish trade unionist from the motor trade.

 Time eventually brought them round to accept the vows

 The young couple had made.

Grief she bore when her fist born 

Died at six months. Brave she was to have more.

 Three girls then two boys, and two more angels lost in-between. 

Then after all was finished, me, making six. 

Hard she worked to bring us up and support her quiet man 

Who was there for her too.

Kind she was, good and open hearted she was.

 The door always open to family and waifs and strays

 Big hearted she was to all who past through our door. 

Always there she was, with words of wisdom and comfort.

 Her beautiful heart shone through her eyes.

Patient she was  but there was temper there if needed, 

She was not strong or mean but if needed 

Her children and her man she would defend to the death!

Beautiful she was in features and in heart 

There was no task she would not finish if she had made a start. 

Cried for her daughters she did as her man gave them away 

And when her sons married too she had a proud day.

Together alone again by themselves again.

Happy she was full of the business of her quiet man. 

Yet she was always ready to talk and help and ease our pain. 

Clever she was but not school or college wise 

She was wise in life and love and truth and need.

Lonely she was when her man was taken,

Wept she did as she wanted to join him. 

Lost she was without the quiet man . 

Heart broken she became though 

She threw herself in to caring for grandchildren.

Gone she was before her body, her mind and soul went to him. 

Lost to us she was a smile here and there 

Maybe a flash of recognition.

Unknowing of all around her she was,

Sad eyed frighted lamb lonely lonely.

Tiny she was when she went, sadly lost to us long before.

Gone into her mind to find her quiet man. 

Tears we shed for her,we wept in grief and I in anger

 Because so long had she been gone and I had wanted to talk to her,  

But gone she really was.

Anemones her favourite flowers were

 They always remind me of her. 

I forgave her for leaving me 

And now accept she had to go 

As by the side of her quiet man was where she had to be.

Never to be forgotten.

willow Willers

Mothers Day

Memories of my mother come flooding back to me

Only yesterday I thought of something she once said

That respect is something we must work for

Hard work, not fancies that come into our head

Everyday we have a chance to make an impression

Riding on our laurels is not the way to go

Seizing every opportunity must be our target

Delay will only fill us with regret

And the chance to succeed will be gone forever

Yesterday’s remembrance is something I must not forget

Written by Ron Martin

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