Lord of All Hopefulness

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1 Lord of All Hopefulness Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy, whose trust, ever childlike, no cares could destroy, be there at our waking, and give us, we pray, your bliss in our hearts, Lord, at the break of the day. Lord of all eagerness, Lord of all faith, whose strong hands were skilled at the plane and the lathe, be there at our labours, and give us, we pray, your strength in our hearts, Lord, at the noon of the day. Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace, your hands swift to welcome, your arms to embrace, be there at our homing, and give us, we pray, your love in our hearts, Lord, at the eve of the day. Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm, whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm, be there at our sleeping, and give us, we pray, your peace in our hearts, Lord, at the end of the day.

2 George Mackay Brown & Seamus Heaney My favourite 20 th Century Poets

3 Walter De La Mare Christina Rossetti Pie Corbet Spike Milligan

4 E V Rieu Michael Rosen Sue Benwell Shell Silverstein Perhaps, next time it will be.. YOU!

5 Reception Seals & Otters; Olivia, Daisy and Sophie Don t Don't do, Don't do, Don't do that. Don't pull faces, Don't tease the cat. Don't pick your ears, Don't be rude at school. Who do they think I am? Some kind of fool? One day they'll say Don't put toffee in my coffee don't pour gravy on the baby don't put beer in his ear and don't stick your toes up your nose. Don't put confetti on your spaghetti and don't squash peas on your knees. Don't put ants in your pants don't put mustard in your custard

6 don't chuck jelly at the telly and don't throw fruit at the computer don't throw fruit at the computer. Don't what? Don't throw fruit at the computer. Don't what? Don't throw fruit at the computer. Who do they think I am? Some kind of fool? Michael Rosen

7 Mary Y1. In The Land Of The Bumbley Boo In the land of the Bumbley Boo The People are red white and blue, They never blow noses, Or ever wear closes, What a sensible thing to do! In the land of the Bumbley Boo You can buy Lemon pie at the zoo; They give away foxes In little Pink Boxes And Bottles of Dandylion Stew. In the land of the Bumbley Boo You never see a Gnu, But thousands of cats Wearing trousers and hats Made of Pumpkins and Pelican Glue! Chorus Oh, the Bumbley Boo! the Bumbley Boo! That's the place for me and you! So hurry! Let's run! The train leaves at one! For the land of the Bumbley Boo! The wonderful Bumbley Boo-Boo-Boo! The Wonderful Bumbley BOO!!! Spike Milligan

8 Flora 1F Dream Pet I deamed I owned a dinosaur, I kept it as a pet, He really caused a panic When I took him to the vet. I shoved him in the waiting room, A woman gave a shout, The dogs all started barking, So I had to take him out. The dinosaur was so afraid He hid behind a car. The vet said "You are too big to hide, I know just where you are!" Before the vet could calm him down He'd gallop to the park, His big teeth made a racket As they chattered in the dark! Sue Benwell

9 Sandra 2S COLOUR What is pink? A rose is pink By a fountain's brink. What is red? A poppy's red In its barley bed. What is blue? The sky is blue Where the clouds float thro'. What is white? A swan is white Sailing in the light. What is yellow? Pears are yellow, Rich and ripe and mellow. What is green? The grass is green, With small flowers between. What is violet? Clouds are violet In the summer twilight. What is orange? Why, an orange, Just an orange! Christina Rossetti

10 Vanessa 2V Peanut-Butter Sandwich I ll sing you a story of a silly young king Who played with the world at the end of a string, But he only loved one single thing -- And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich. His scepter and his royal gowns, His regal throne and golden crowns Were brown and sticky from the mounds And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich. His subjects all were silly fools For he had passed a royal rule That all that they could learn in school Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich. He would not eat his sovereign steak, He scorned his soup and kingly cake, And told his courtly cook to bake An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich. And then one day he took a bite

11 And started chewing with delight, But found his mouth was stuck quite tight From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich. His brother pulled, his sister pried, The wizard pushed, his mother cried, My boy s committed suicide From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich! The dentist came, and the royal doc. The royal plumber banged and knocked, But still those jaws stayed tightly locked. Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich! The carpenter, he tried with pliers, The telephone man tried with wires, The firemen, they tried with fire, But couldn t melt that peanut-butter sandwich. With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil, With steam and lubricating oil -- For twenty years of tears and toil -- They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich. Then all his royal subjects came. They hooked his jaws with grapplin chains

12 And pulled both ways with might and main Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich. Each man and woman, girl and boy Put down their ploughs and pots and toys And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy -- They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich. A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak -- The king s jaw opened with a creak. And then in voice so faint and weak -- The first words that they heard him speak Were, How about a peanut-butter sandwich? Shel Silverstein ( )

13 Louise 3L If I Had Wings If I had wings I would touch the fingertips of clouds and glide on the wind. If I had wings I would taste a chunk of the sun as hot as peppered curry. If I had wings I would listen to the clouds of a sheep bleat that graze on the blue. If I had wings I would breathe deep and sniff the scent of raindrops. If I had wings I would gaze at the people who cling to the earth. If I had wings I would dream of walking the deserts and swimming the seas. by Pie Corbett

14 Jessica 3J Silver Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched in his kennel, like a log, With paws of silver sleeps the dog; From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep; A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and a silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream. Walter de la Mare

15 On the Ning Nang Nong On the Ning Nang Nong Where the Cows go Bong! And the Monkeys all say Boo! There's a Nong Nang Ning Where the trees go Ping! And the tea pots Jibber Jabber Joo. On the Nong Ning Nang All the mice go Clang! And you just can't catch 'em when they do! So it's Ning Nang Nong! Cows go Bong! Nong Nang Ning! Trees go Ping! Nong Ning Nang! The mice go Clang! What a noisy place to belong, Is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!! Spike Milligan

16 The Paint Box "Cobalt and umber and ultramarine, Ivory black and emerald green -- What shall I paint to give pleasure to you?" "Paint for me somebody utterly new." "I have painted you tigers in crimson and white." "The colours were good and you painted aright." "I have painted the cook and the camel in blue And a panther in purple." "You painted them true. "Now mix me a colour that nobody knows, And paint me a country where nobody goes. And put in it people a little like you, Watching a unicorn drinking the dew." E. V. Rieu

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