POEMS WE LEARN

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R Animal house R

Song

1 There's a kangaroo in my kitchen    There's a hippo in my hall    There's a dinosaur in my dining room    A hundred metres tall! My house is full of animals I don't know what to do I think I'm going crazy I'm living in a zoo! 2 There's a bison in my bathroom    There's a beetle in my bed    There's a tortoise in my toilet    With a hamster on his head! My house is full of animals I don't know what to do I think I'm going crazy I'm living in a zoo! 3 There's a gopher in my garden    There's a tiger in my tree    There's a lion in my living room    He's watching my TV! My house is full of animals I don't know what to do I think I'm going crazy I'm living in a zoo! My house is full of animals I don't know what to do I think I'm going crazy I'm living in a zoo! I think I'm going crazy I'm living in a zoo!

http://learnenglishkids.britishcouncil.org/en/songs/animal-house

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TTT       Snowflakes.       TTT

So softly came the snowflakes down                                                                         That no one heard in all the               town.                                                                                                                        And right-side up they landed too,                                                                            As parachuting elves would do.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

So when the morning came –surprise!                                                                                                                  The world lay white before your eyes.                                                                           With cotton roof and hills a-blur                                                                                 And avenues of rabbit fur

Мягко падали снежинки вниз.

 Справа, слева, прямо на карниз.

 В городе никто и не слыхал,

 Что объявлен эльфам снежный карнавал.

 И никто не отказался от судьбы.

 Парашютики снежинок понесли.

 Без трезвона, грома, праздной суеты.

 С удивленьем белый город видишь ты.

 Крыши в белый хлопок завернулись.

 Площади пушистыми проснулись.

 ХОлмы, горы снега, посмотри.

 Мир весь белый, в гости заходи!

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Friends (by Larry Groce)

 The stars are out, the moon is up.

 It’s time to go to bed.

 I’m so glad you have a place

 To lay your little head.

 Have a deep and peaceful sleep,

 Dream away the hours.

 When you wake the sun will come

 To smile upon the flowers.

 Go to sleep, my little friend,

 Beneath the evening star.

 You will always have a friend,

 No matter where you are.

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—   Hope Is The Thing With Feathers   –       by  Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

   

Надежда - птаха бойкая,

 В душе моей живёт, -

 И песенки - мелодии

 Без слов - поёт, поёт -

 Мне сладко с ними, весело -

 И бури нипочём –

 Всегда согреет пташечка

 Меня своим теплом -

 С ней у далеких берегов

 Не страшны холода -

 Она поёт, не требуя

 Ни крошки – никогда.

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 c   The Wind   d

I saw you toss the kites on high

And blow the birds about the sky;

And all around I heard you pass

Like ladies skirts across the grass –

         O wind, a-blowing all day long,

         O wind, that sings so loud a song!

I saw the different things you did,

But always you yourself you hid

I felt you push, I heard you call,

I could not see yourself at all –

         O wind, a-blowing all day long,

         O wind, that sings so loud a song!

O you that are so strong and cold,

O blower, are you young or old?

Are you a beast of field and tree,

Or just a stranger child than me?

         O wind, a-blowing all day long,

         O wind, that sings so loud a song!

                                    

                                                               Robert Louis Stevenson

 c    The Arrow and the Song    d

I shot an arrow into the air –

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For so swiftly it flew, the sight

Could not follow it in its flight.

                   I breathed a song into the air –

                   It fell to earth, I knew not where;

                   For who has sight so keen and strong

                   That it can follow the flight of a song?

Long, long afterwards, in an oak

I found the arrow, still unbroke;

And the song, from beginning to end,

I found again in the heart of a friend.

                                                                     Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

              

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—     The Gift of Knowing You    –

There are gifts of many treasures

For both the young and old,

From the tiniest little trinkets

To great boxes filled with gold.

But, put them all together

And they could not stand in lieu,

Of the greatest gift of all

The gift of knowing you.

When your times are filled with troubles

Sadness, grief, or even doubt,

When all those things you planned on

Just aren't turning out.

Just turn and look behind you

From the place at which you stand,

And look for me through the shadows

And reach out for my hand.

I will lift from you your burden

And cry for you your tears,

Bear the pain of all your sorrows

Though it may be for a thousand years.

For in the end I would be happy

To have helped you start anew,

It's a small price to pay

For the gift of knowing you.

       {  Smile {                        by John Mole

It began with a whisper

But grew and grew

Until I felt certain

The source must be you.

Why did you smile

While I listened and then

Turn away as their faces

Fell silent again?

What had you told them

That slammed shut their looks

Like the end of a lesson

With unpopular books?

What was the writing

Which I couldn’t see

As it hid behind covers

And pointed at me?

Nothing much could have happened

For by the next day

We were laughing, talking,

And managed to stay

(Well, after a fashion)

Good friends for a while

But with always between us

The ghost of that smile.