Children poem,Robert Browning's poem-PIPPA’S SONG

PIPPA’S SONG

The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn:
God’s in His heaven -
All’s right with the world!

                                        - Robert Browning


I. Answer each of the following questions in a sentence or two:

1. How do you know it is day time?

2. What is the season of the year?

3. What is the dew compared to?

4. Why does the poet think that all is right with the world?


5. What is your view of the world?


II. Answer the following:-

1. The word ‘at’ in the sentence ‘Morning’s at seven’ means a specific time.
What is the meaning of ‘at’ in the following sentences?

The year’s at the spring.

And day’s at the morn;


2. The word ‘on’ in the phrase ‘on the thorn’ means just above the thorn.
Does it mean the same in the phrase ‘on the wing’?

3. What examples does Browning give to show that God is in heaven?

4. Write the words from the second stanza that rhyme with the following words.
Spring             moon           seven             dew-pearled

English poem,Robert Louis Stevenson's poem-THE MOON

POEM

THE MOON

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall rise.

                              - Robert Louis Stevenson

Comprehension

I. Answer the following questions.
1. What is the moon compared to?
2. Where does the moon shine?
3. Where do the birdies sleep?
4. Who are out by moonlight?
5. Why do the flowers and children close their eyes?


II. Pick out the pairs of rhyming words in the poem.

e.g. hall – wall


III.
1. How does the poet refer to the moon- a girl or a boy?
2. It is used in cricket. But it is out in moonlight. What is it?
3. Do you like to be out in the moonlight?
4. What do you feel when you see a full moon in the sky?
5. Is there any similarity among the words squalling, squeaking and howling?
6. Which do you like the most – the sun, the moon or the stars?

Englishpoem - Mr. Nobody poem

Mr. Nobody


I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
 Who does the mischief
 that is done
 In everybody’s house!                                    
 There’s no one ever
sees his face,
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break
 was cracked
By Mr. Nobody.








Reading is fun
 Let’s talk Let’s share Who is Mr. Nobody?
 Has anyone ever seen him?
 Is there a Mr. Nobody in your house?


Let’s talk

 Let’s share Who is Mr. Nobody?                          
Has anyone ever seen him?
 Is there a Mr. Nobody in your house?                
 Have you ever done something naughty?
What did you do? What did you say?

English poem - ZOO MANNERS

ZOO MANNERS                      




Be careful what
 You say or do
When you visit the animals
At the Zoo.

Don’t make fun
 Of the Camel’s hump –
He’s very proud
 Of his noble bump.

Don’t laugh too much
At the Chimpanzee –
He thinks he’s as wise
As you or me.









    And the Penguins
   Strutting around the lake                              
   Can understand
   Remarks you make.

   Treat them as well
  As they do you,
  And you’ll always be welcome
  At the Zoo.

children pome - I AM LUCKY

I AM LUCKY


If I were a butterfly
 I would be thankful
For my wings.
 If I were a myna in a tree
 I would be thankful
 That I could sing.                                                          
 If I were a fish in the sea
I would be thankful
That I can wriggle and giggle with glee.
 So, I just think I am lucky to be “me”.
 Not “you” but “me”
. If I were an elephant

I would be thankful
 That I can raise my trunk.
 If I were a kangaroo
 I would try to hop
Right up to the moon
. If I were an octopus
I would be thankful
For my eight arms.
So I just think I am lucky to be “me”.
 Not “you”, but “me”.
What do you think you want to be?
 Do you want to be like me?
Or just you? Just you...

english poem - brush brush

Brush, brush, brush your teeth



Brush, brush, brush your teeth,
Brush them every day.
 Father, mother, brother, sister
 Brush them every day.

Comb, comb, comb your hair,
 Comb it every day.
Father, mother, brother, sister                        
Comb it every day.



Wash, wash, wash your face,
 Wash it every day.
Father, mother, brother, sister
 Wash it every day.

Kids poem - First day at School

First day at School

I wonder                                  
 if my drawing
will be as good as theirs.

I wonder
 if they’ll like me
or just be full of stares.

I wonder    
if my teacher
 will look like Mom or Gran.

 I wonder
if my puppy
 will wonder where I am

                                   


Reading is fun

What does the child in the poem think about his drawing?

What does the child wonder about his teacher?                                        

 Do you think the child would like to carry his puppy to school?

English poem - Clouds

                                                       Clouds



It is hot.

 The sky is blue. 

A little cloud comes looking for you.

 More clouds come.

 They bring rain.

 Sing and dance.

 It’s cool again!

English poem - If I Were an Apple

If I Were an Apple

DING DONG BELL -ENGLISH POEM

Sing;

A bell fell

In the well.

Ding dong,

Ding dong bell.

sing along

Sing


Hop a little, jump a little
 One two three.

Run a little, skip a little
 Tap one knee.

 Bend a little, stretch a little
 Nod your head.

Yawn a little, sleep a little
In your bed.

health poem

After a Bath

After my bath
 I try,   try, try
 to wipe myself
till I’m dry, dry, dry.

 Hands to wipe
 and fingers and toes
 and two wet legs
and a shiny nose.

 Just think how much
less time I’d take
 if I were a dog and
could shake, shake, shake.

poem- sounds of animals

ANIMALS SOUND

Kids Poem - A Happy Child

My house is red -

a little house;

A happy child am I:

I laugh and play the whole day long,

I hardly ever cry.

I have a tree, a green, green tree,

To shade me from the sun;

And under it I often sit,

When all my play is done


NEW WORDS;

Cry             Red  day      sun    

From ‘The Mass Media War’

Late night’s haze, minds dull glaze
Is excited by the tube’s war craze!
Fighting shy, I crave for more
Front row coverage of this mass media war.

Imbedded journalist, pundits – all the press corps seek
Surrealistic, sensational and emotional peaks
Achieving success by reporting death destruction, and gore,
Risking body and soul to bring us this mass media war

Are our leaders saving us from mass destruction?
Or feeding the greed of crude oils corruption?
To more hate and terror are we opening the door?
When they drop leaflets and bombs in this mass media war.

So, I sit and think, pondering evil and good
Disturbing possibilities of what would, could or should?
I pray with my whole mind and soul’s inner core,
For peace, love and forgiveness of this mass media war.

                                                                               - John Kelly

‘My poetry speaks of life’

My poetry speaks of life
And sometimes life isn’t pretty
In life we encounter the beautiful, the ugly,
The joyful and the sorrowful.

                                             - Armando Ibanez

GREEK ARCHITECTURE

Not magnitude, not lavishness,
But Form ……….. the Site;
Not innovating wilfulness,
But reverence for the archetype.

                                      - Herman Melville

… from the Canterbury Tales

They had a cook with them who stood alone
For boiling chicken with a marrow bone,
Sharp flavouring powder and a spice for savour.
He could distinguish London ale by flavour,
And he could roast and boil and seethe and fry,
Make good thick soup and bake a tasty pie ……
As for blancmange, he made it with the best.
                                       
                                                                              -Geoffrey Chaucer

The Mock Turtle’s Song

Beautiful soup so rich and green
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening, beautiful soup!
Beau….. ootiful soo….oop! Beau….ootiful soo…..oop!
Soo….oop of the e—e—evening, Beautiful , Beautiful Soup.

                                                                                         -Lewis Carroll

A CAT’S CONSCIENCE

A dog will often steal a bone,
But conscience lets him not alone,
And by his tail his guilt is known.
But cats consider theft a game,
And, howsoever you may blame,
Refuse the slightest sign of shame.

When food mysteriously goes,
The chances are that Pussy knows
More than she leads you to suppose.
And hence there is no need for you,
If Puss declines a meal or two,
To feel her pulse and make ado.

                                                      - Anon