Friday Poetry: Anon

Happy Friday!

I hope everyone has some fab plans for the weekend.

My chosen poem this week is one that my students sing and play regularly as it is a great beginner piece.

Lavender's Blue

Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green,
When I am king, dilly dilly, you shall be queen;
Call up your men, dilly dilly, set them to work,
Some to the plough, dilly dilly, some to the cart;
Some to make hay, dilly dilly, some to thresh corn,
Whilst you and I, dilly dilly, keep ourselves warm. 

Anon

Happy Reading

Etsy

Friday Poetry: Anon

Happy Friday!

My chosen poem today is a little different but something that means a lot to me. It is quite often used as a blessing and is a traditional Irish Gaelic prayer.

A Prayer for Travellers

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Anon

Happy Reading

Etsy

Friday Poetry: Anon

Happy Friday!

I will be honest I have spent most of today convinced it is Saturday so it is lucky I remembered it was Friday otherwise I would have forgotten to do a poetry post.

My chosen poem is a medieval poem written in Middle English but sadly we do not know the author.

Sumer is i-cumen in 

Sumer is i-cumen in,
Loude sing cuckow!
Groweth seed and bloweth meed
And spryngeth the wode now. 
Syng cuckow!
Ewe bleteth after lamb,
Loweth after calve cow;
Bullock sterteth, bukke farteth, -
Myrie syng cuckow!
Cuckow! Cuckow!
Wel syngest thou cuckow:
Ne swik thou nevere now!
Syng cuckow, now, syng cuckow!
Syng cuckow, syng cuckow, now!

Anon

Happy Reading

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Friday Poetry: Anon

Happy Friday!

My chosen poem for today is by an anonymous author but one that I think is rather amusing.

Bookworm

A worm ate words. I thought that wonderfully 
Strange - a miracle - when they told me a crawling
Insect had swallowed noble songs,
I night-time thief had stolen writing
So famous, so weighty. But the bug was foolish
Still, though its belly was full of thought. 

Anon

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Friday Poetry: Anon

Happy Friday!

I hope everyone has some good reading plans for the weekend. I have got to start writing my next assignment but I am hoping to get some reading done as well.

This week I have a chosen a poem with a trick. To start with this poem did not make much sense to me until I found out it had to be read in a certain way. Read the first half of each line along with the second half of the line above for the poem to make sense. Oh and a gold star to whoever can tell me what a pismere is. Good luck!

I Saw a Peacock with a Fiery Tail

I saw a peacock with a fiery tail
I saw a blazing comet drop down hail
I saw a cloud with ivy circled round
I saw a sturdy oak creep on the ground
I saw a pismire swallow up a whale
I saw a raging sea brim full of ale

I saw a Venice glass sixteen foot deep
I saw a well full of men's tears that weep
I saw their eyes all in a flame of fire
I saw a house as big as the moon and higher
I saw the sun even in the midst of night
I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.

Anon

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Friday Poetry: Anon

Happy Friday and Happy Chinese New Year!

Sunday is Valentine’s Day so I have decided to go for an appropriate poem and I must admit this one made me laugh.

Lettuce Marry

Do you carrot all for me?
My heart beets for you,
With your turnip nose
And your radish face.
You are a peach.
If we cantaloupe,
Lettuce marry.
Weed make a swell pear.

Anon

Happy Reading my fellow Book Dragons

Friday Poetry: Anon

Happy Friday!

This little poem is one I learnt at primary school and it has always stuck with me so I thought I would share it today.

Thirty Days Hath September

Thirty days hath September,

April, June, and November;

All the rest have thirty-one,

Except for February alone,

And that has twenty-eight days clear

And twenty-nine in each leap year.

Anon

Have a good weekend!

Friday Poetry: Anon

Happy Bank Holiday Weekend!

I hope everyone has some good reading planned for the long weekend. Now you will have noticed this is a day late but to be honest I forgot, but I thought I would still post the chosen poem anyway. Also it isn’t technically a poem but hopefully you will enjoy it.

This is the House That Jack Built

This is the farmer sowing his corn,

That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,

That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,

That married the man all tattered and torn,

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

Anon

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Friday Poetry: Anon

Hello

I have been reading and thoroughly enjoying Alison’s Weir’s Katherine of Aragon The True Queen, so I have a chosen a related poem.

This nursery rhyme is popularly believed to be related to the execution of Anne Boleyn.

Oranges and Lemons

Oranges and lemons,

Say the bells of St Clement’s.

You owe me five farthings,

Say the bells of St Martin’s.

When will you pay me?

Say the bells of Old Bailey.

When I grow rich,

Say the bells of Shoreditch.

When will that be?

Say the bells of Stepney.

I’m sure I don’t know,

Says the great bell of Bow.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed,

Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

Chip chop, chip chop, the last man is dead.

Anon

Happy Friday