Oh, when I was in love with you

Date: 2015-10-07; view: 502.

Phillip and Annie wear glasses

Shake hands, we shall never be friends; all's over.

I only vex you the more I try,

All's wrong that ever I've done or said

And nought to help it in this dull head.

Shake hands, here's luck, good-bye.

But if you come to a road where danger,

Or guilt, or anguish, or shame's to share

Be good to the lad that loves you true

And the soul that was born to die for you

And whistle and I'll be there.

CLASSIFYING

(by Judith Nichols)

And so do Jim and Sue,

But Jim and Sue have freckles

And Tracey and Sammy, too.

Phillip and Jim are in boy's group

But Phillip is tall like Sam,

Whilst Jim is small like Tracey and Sue

And Clare and Bill and Fran.

Sue is in Guides and Recorders,

But Clare is in Guides and Football,

Whilst Helen fits in most things

Except she's a girl and quite tall.

Jenny is curly and blonde and short,

Whilst Sally is curly but dark;

Jenny likes netball, writing and maths,

But Sally likes no kind of work.

Phillip and Sam are both jolly,

Fran's best for a quiet chat.

Now I have freckles, like joking,

Am tall, curly, dark, in Guides, football

And play penny whistles and the piano…

HOW DO I FIT INTO ALL THAT?

WHEN I WAS IN LOVE

(by Alfred Edward Housman)

Then I was clean and brave.

And miles around the wonder grew

How well did I behave.

And now the fancy passes by

And nothing will remain.

And miles around they'll say that I

Am quite myself again.

MONDAY'S CHILD

Monday's Child is full of grace.

Tuesday's Child is fair or face.

Wednesday's Child is loving and giving.

Thursday's Child works hard for a living.

Friday's Child is full of woe.

Saturday Child has far to go.

And the child that's born on the Sabbath day

Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

IT WAS LONG AGO

(by Eleanor Farjoon)

I'll tell you, shall I, something I remember.

Something that still means a great deal to me.

It was long ago.

A dusty road in summer I remember,

A mountain, and an old house, and a tree

That stood, you know, behind the house.

And an old woman I remember

In a red shawl with a grey cat on her knee

Humming under a tree.

She seemed the oldest thing I can remember

But then perhaps I was not more than three.

It was long ago.

I dragged on the dusty road, and I remember

How the old woman looked over the fence at me

And seemed to know how it felt to be three,

And called out, I remember:

“Do you like bilberries and cream for tea?”

I went under the tree.

And while she hummed and the cat purred

I remember how she filled a saucer with berries and cream for me

So long ago.

Such berries and such cream as I remember

I never had seen before and never see today, you know.

And that is almost all I can remember,

The house, the mountain, the grey cat on her knee,

Her red shawl and the tree.

And the taste of the berries, the feel of the sun I remember,

And the smell of everything that used to be so long ago.

Till the heat on the road outside again I remember,

And how the long dusty road seemed to have for me no end, you know.

That is the farthest thing I can remember

It won't mean much to you. It does to me.

Then I grew up, you see.