Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips,
And at night when the wind arose, the lash of the tree
Shrieked and slashed the wind, as a ship’s
Weird rigging in a storm shrieks hideously.
Within the house two voices arose in anger, a slender lash
Whistling delirious rage, and the dreadful sound
Of a thick lash booming and bruising,
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Little lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little lamb, I'll tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee! |
Childhood Is
when the world to come
is an adventure to be met
Childhood Is
running and hiding
peeking around blind corners
hoping you have been followed |
my childhood was the time when i was innocent
when the world seemed to be fair
when my universe was around my toys
my childhood was the time when 9i lived in dreams
when everyone was selfless
when everyone appeared to be a friend
my childhood was the time when my life was full of colours
when sorrows never knocked my door
when smile was gift presented to everyone |
My childhood was fun,
tough and exciting.
My childhood was one
where there wasn't much fighting.
This was my childhood.
My childhood was filled
with family and friends.
My childhood was filled
with love that tied up loose ends.
This was my childhood. |
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again. |
I try to hold back on all the tears.
The pain and misery through all the years.
I cant stand to see the smile on your face.
Ive been living in fear sice you’ve been here.
Now you sit there and laugh in my face.
All the anger building up. “what a disgrace”. |
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
lush and green
it was so happy it made me scream
my joy and hopes
and all my mopes
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
with the ups and downs
when i jumped i could not touch the ground
with my purle ponys
it made it homey
my childhood garden
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children froze scared to move,or rushed
to hide from the approaching terror
tried to creep away unnoticed
but she spotted me just as ever
booming voice,got my attention
turned slowly,to meet soul piercing eyes
“Why was I not yet in the classroom?”
“and don’t give me any of your lies!”
stuttering,I made excuses
she shook her grey disapproving head |
I remember my baby sister,
She cried for cake on the monday of easter,
Mother told her: “wait till Christmas,
I promise you’ll have it in mass!”
So Bridget came and sat on my lap,
And in no time she took a nap. |
I remember my baby-sister,
She cried for cake on the monday of easter,
Mother told her: “wait till Christmas,
I promise you’ll have it in mass”
So Bridget came and sat on my lap,
And in no time she took a nap.
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Things don’t die or remain damaged
but return: stumps grow back hands,
a head reconnects to a neck,
a whole corpse rises blushing and newly elastic.
Later this vision is not True:
the grandmother remains dead
not hibernating in a wolf’s belly.
Or the blue parakeet does not return
from the little grave in the fern garden
though one may wake in the morning
thinking . |
