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Beautiful Dreamer.



Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
Mermaids are chanting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!


By: Stephen C. Foster
 
THE MAGIC MEDICINE

Mrs Mouse stays in bed

"Whirr, Whirr." went the alarm clock. "Oh bother!" thought Mrs Mouse. "Now I shall have to get out of my nice warm bed, and get breakfast, pack the children off to school, then clean and sweep, How I wish I could always stay here, snug and cosy."
When, at last, she hopped out of bed and peeped out of the window, it was a cold, foggy morning.
"I believe I'm not well," said Mrs Mouse; "I have a distinct pain." So she slipped back into bed again and Mr Mouse got up and dressed the children, got breakfast ready, then took Mrs Mouse hers on a nice little tray, with the best china and the largest portion of jam.
       Next day Mrs Mouse had another look out of the window, but it was hailing; so Mrs Mouse said, "I am sure I am very unwell, I must  get back to my warm bed at once." Which she did and Mr Mouse gave her his night-cap to keep out the draught, and sent for a neighbour to nurse her.
He gave his wife all his share of butter and jam, then he and the children did all the work, making Mouse Cottage quite tidy and clean.
The next morning when the clocck went "Whirr, Whirr," Mrs Mouse sighed heavily at being disturbed, but she hopped up, all the same to look at the weather: "For I am always one to do my duty," she said. But this morning  it was snowing, so Mrs Mouse knew it was her duty to get back into bed at once: "For I am really and truly very ill." said she, "and I have a most distinct pain."
Even a Hot-water bottle       So her husband got her a nice hot-water bottle to keep her toes warm, as well as the night-cap to keep out the draught; and she ate all the butter and jam and most of the toast. Mr Made her a lovely jelly as well to keep up her strength. Then he went off to see Dr Nippett because the neighbour said he was very clever and would certainly be able to cure Mrs Mouse.
       He found him sitting in his consulting room reading a big book, with the aid of a pair of horn-rimmed spectacles.
       The Doctor was very kind to poor Mr Mouse, who by this time was quite desperate and very tired with doing all the work and nursing Mrs Mouse as well. Dr Nippett made him sit in a big arm chair and describe all his wife's symptons. When the Doctor heard how ill she felt when she got out of bed and found it so cold, and such a lot to do, he said he was sure he could cure her, and he would come round at once. Poor Mr Mouse felt cheered at the good news and went off to his work, and Dr Nippett twirled his whiskers, and taking his top hat and bag he went to see Mrs Mouse.
       The invalid was glad when the distinguished Doctor arrived, and told him all about her being unwell (but she didn't mention all the hot toast, jam and jelly she had eaten).
       Dr Nippett looked at her tongue and felt her pulse, then told her to say "99." Then he said "Cheer up, my dear Mrs Mouse, I'm quite sure I can cure you. I have a wonderful medicine which will act like magic. One dose will be enough, but it is very, very nasty medicine to take -  so nasty, that I had better bring my partner to-morrow to hold your nose and drench you, if you cannot swallow it."
        When the doctor had gone, Mrs Mouse became very thoughtful. She began to wonder what ther medicine would taste like, and if she would be able to swallow it; or would they have to hold her nose and pour it down her throat.The Doctor and his Medicine
            In the evening Mrs Mouse said to her husband when he came home from work, "I am so much better today, my distinct pain has quite gone. I think I shall be able to get up tomorrow."
        And sure enough, before the clock went "Whirr, Whirr," Mrs Mouse was out of bed; and although it was hailing, raining and snowing, she got Mr Mouse a lovely breakfast. When Doctor Nippett arrived with his partner and a huge bottle of black medicine, he found, Mrs Mouse sweeping and cleaning with energy. She told him his medicine was so wonderful, that even thinking about it had acted like magic, and she would not waste any of the precious stuff by taking even a tiny dose.
        And I do believe it really was magic for Mrs Mouse has not had a days illness since.    

D.M.G.Howell
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A Different Seven Wonders

THE SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD

A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the present
  "Seven Wonders of the World." Though there were some disagreements,
the following received the most votes:



1. Egypt's Great Pyramids

2. Taj Mahal

3. Grand Canyon

4. Panama Canal 

5. Empire State Building  

6. St. Peter's Basilica  

7. China's Great Wall

While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student
had not finished her paper yet. So she  asked the girl if
she was having trouble with her  list. The girl replied,
"Yes, a little.  I couldn't quite make up my mind
because  there were so many."

The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and
maybe we can help.

"The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the
'Seven  Wonders of the World'   are:

 



To See Beauty
1. To See



to hear
2. To Hear



to touch
3. To Touch




 

4. To Taste



 to feel

5. To Feel



6. To Laugh



I Love You Daddy
7. And to Love."



The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.
The things we overlook as simple and ordinary and that
we take for granted  are truly wondrous!  


A gentle reminder --
that the most precious things in life 
cannot be built by hand or bought by man.


don't be too busy to pass this along


Adapted from  http://www.dadazi.net/choto/pwdyka/7wndrs.htm  by Diddilydeedot

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Sara Sage has a Travelling Garden,
Have You Been There Yet?

 


Miss Molly's Dolly

Miss Molly had a dolly
Who was sick, sick, sick!
Molly's Dolly So she called for the doctor
Doctor To be quick, quick, quick.

The doctor came
With his bag and hat,
And he knocked on the door
With a rat-a-tat-tat.

Doctor

Molly's Dolly



He looked at the dolly
  And he shook his head,

And he said, "Miss Molly,
Put her straight to bed!"


Miss MollyHe wrote on a paper
For a pill, pill, pill;

"I'll be back in the morning
Molly's Dolly
With my bill, bill, bill."
  

Midi: Miss Molly's Dolly



 A few of  the poems on this page have come from a book called
THE CHILDREN'S TREASURY
of Pictures and Stories.
It was written in 1892 and was presented as a prize for good attendance at
Sunday School for the year 1893 by E. Foorster Wanstall M. A.,

who was the vicar at St Paul's Wolverhampton.

I also think you might find a few of your treasured friends between the rhymes.

Here we go 'round the Mulberry Bush



Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,

The mulberry bush, The mulberry bush.
Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,
So early in the morning.


These are the chores we'll do this week,
Do this week, Do this week.
These are the chores we'll do this week,
So early every morning.






This is the way we wash our clothes,
Wash our clothes, Wash our clothes.
This is the way we wash our clothes,
So early Monday morning.







This is the way we dry our clothes,

Dry our clothes, Dry our clothes.
This is the way we dry our clothes,
So early Tuesday morning.

This is the way we mend our clothes,
Mend our clothes, Mend our clothes.
This is the way we mend our clothes,
So early Wednesday morning.





This is the way we scrub the floor,
Scrub the floor, Scrub the floor.
This is the way we scrub the floor,
So early Thursday morning.

This is the way we sweep the floor,
Sweep the floor, Sweep the floor.
This is the way we sweep the floor,
So early Friday morning.




This is the way we clean our rooms,
Clean our rooms, Clean our rooms.
This is the way we clean our rooms,
So early Saturday morning.

This is the way we get dressed up,
Get dressed up, Get dressed up.
This is the way we get dressed up,
So early Sunday morning.




A little to long for a rhyme so with some lovely pictures from Dadazi  at
http://www.dadazi.net/chldpge.html 

We have a rhyme in a complete story, I wonder how many of my little treasures out there, do all what is in this rhyme? heehe!!




 

convolulus

"This is a beautiful place to be as well. Again we are back in foreign fields, where we are playing with the paper aeroplanes and watching the wonderful animation, I really do love these small video's.

 


 convolulus


                       Some wonderful small Tales and Songs that make all Children Happy.

   

convolulus

It is always wise to check through all the video clips in the Menu for sometimes the odd strange one can get through and you mightn't want your littlest ones to see it.  The same applies to all video links really.
What amuses some cultures does not always amuse others. xxx
 
The Perfect Body


little onesSaid little hands to little feet
“You grow bigger every day”
Said little feet to little hands
“Is that all you’ve got to say

boots in winter
Why I can run and walk and jump
And bang my soles together
And wear the finest fur lined boots
In wet and windy weather”


holding teddyBut little hands reached out and said

“Yes you can walk on land
But to feel and touch the softest things
You can only do with hands”

Using Feet and Hands
“Oh no you can’t said little feet
“For carpets to are soft
And I can walk on soft, soft hay
That's in the farmers loft”

we both have mouth's
Just then a voice boomed loud and clear
“What a lot of rot you utter
For without the mouth like I have
You could only cough and splutter”

Let's go to Bed
Then with surprise the two brown eyes
Looked down on all and said
“ To see is the most important thing,
 now please lets go to bed”



“ Without my legs you wouldn’t get there”
“ And without my arms you’d freeze”
“ For who would pull the covers up”
“ Then with my nose you’d sneeze”

Good enough to kiss
If hair was gone and ears were none
We’d all look kind of shoddy
But you must admit, when you join the bits
We make the perfect body


Dorothy Milnes Sinclair 1965 copyright regt.



SHADOWS

When mother has kissed me amd tucked me in bed,
and switched off the nursery light
I have my wee lamp that stands by my side
and watches me through the night.
Then I put out my hands, and across on the wall
are the pictures my fingers can make;
I watch all the funniest shadow of things,
for as long as my eyes keep awake.
bow
O shadows that dance on my nursery wall,
Where do you come from and where do you go?
All through the night when I'm snuggly asleep

are you still flickering there, to and fro?
Grey shadows that dance in my room every night,
where do you go all the time it is light?
bow
When I hold my hands close to the lamp
the shadows fill up the whole wall;
But drawing them back, far away from the light,
makes the pictures go little and small.
I can make a dog barking, a cat and a cow,
A rabbit a cock and a cup . . .
And the next thing I know, all the shadows have gone,

Cos it's day by the time I wake up.
bow
O shadows that dance on my nursery wall,
where do you come from, and where do you go?
All through the night when I'm soundly asleep,
Are you still flickering there, to and fro?
Grey shadows that play in my room every night,
Where do you live all the time it is light.
bow
DMS.

falling shadows

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Her First Awakening

Father ChristmasShe came to me to know the truth,
My little maid of nine,
About a Christmas visitor
and all his gifts so fine.

Her little life had held a faith
That reason now was dimming,
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And she would know who hid beneath, 
red cloak and ermine trimming.

How could he keep his whiskers white,

when chimneys were so dirty!
And then so many girls and boys at her school
there were thirty!

And if he were so very kindChristmas Kittens
And thoughtful, as t'was said,
The best and biggest toys should be,
starsbesides the poorest bed!

The moment so long feared had come
To her, my sweet believer,
And two big eyes looked up in scorn
At Mother - the deceiver!
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With thanks to Ms Gertrude Clowes, written in 1922,
starsin her book of poems the Bluestone Daughter.


Xmas Lights
raining, pitter patter rainrops


A RAINY DAY


Pitter-patter, pitter-patter on the window panes,
Pitter-patter raindrops, pitter-patter raindrops.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, goodness, how it rains!
Pitter-patter, raindrops, pitter-patter raindrops;

Rain on the country, rain on the town,
Rain on the green leaves, rain on the brown,
Rain on the farmyard, the motors, and the sea,
And when I go out walking, there'll be rain on me.

raining on meRain on the gardens, rain on the pond
Pitter-patter raindrops, pitter-patter raindrops;
Rain on the little lane that wanders beyond,
Pitter-patter raindrops, pitter-patter raindrops;

Rain on my wellingtons, rain on my hat,
Rain on my mackintosh, pitter-pitter pat;
Rain on the puddles, rain on my gloves,-
duckling in the rainIsn't it the kind of day a little duckling loves?

Pitter-patter drip drop,
Drip drop, drip drop,
Pitter-patter drip drop drop.


Revived by Dorothy Milnes Sinclair 2007

The water drops you see on grass and spiders webs on some mornings are water from the air. During the night the ground gets cold and water vapour collects into drops...

When this happens, keep a close watch on the leaves, especially the ones that are in the direct sunlight. Each little drop becomes its own spectrum, with all the colours of the rainbow inside each tiny droplet.

Do you know that the white frost you see on a very cold morning on the grass or  cars is really dew that has been frozen. The water which collects on the ground, cars and windows freezes into white ice.
chest of smilesIf I Knew.chest of smiles

If I knew the box where the smiles were kept,
No matter how large the key
Or strong the bolt, I would try so hard,
'Twould open, I know, for me;
stars
Then over the land and sea broadcast
I'd scatter the smiles to play,
starsThat the children's faces might hold them fast
For many and many a day.The Giant drops the frowns in the sea


If I knew a box that was large enough
To hold all the frowns I meet,
I would gather them, every one,
From nursery, school, and street;
Then, folding and holding, I'd pack them in
And turn the monster key,
And hire a giant to drop the box
To the depths of the deep, deep sea.

stars
                        This was also an unknown author and is
starsTaken from Laurel and Gold - 1958
2007 DMS

 Fairy Corner

 I've a Question, please, to ask you.

I've a question, please, to ask you - oh,, I really must find out!
I'm so worried that I scarcely know what I'm about.
I'd always quite believed it, since I was very small,
And now my new nurse tells me that it isn't true at all.
Aren't there really any Fairies?

Mother often talks of them, and sometimes Daddy , too,
But Nurse, who came last Saturday, says it's time i knew
That fairies, gnomes, and pixies are only just pretence,
She says I must learn proper things and use my common sense -
I'd much rather think about the fairies!

But last night in the orchard, I found a fairy ring,
It seemed that if I listened, I could hear the fairies sing,
And the rustly whispery sound their countlessFairy Land 
feet make as they pass.
Nurse saidthat it could only be a cricket in the grass,
But I know it truly was the fairies.

This short poem was written by Katie Elthom, unfortunately I can't find out very much about her.

But thank you Katie, I'm sure you are going to be remembered by many children in 2007

Christmas TreestarsThe Twenty Fourth of December

The clock ticks slowly, slowly in the hall,
And slower and more slow the long hours crawl;
stars
It seems as though today
Would never pass away;
The clock ticks slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y in the hall.

A Christmas Eve Wish from 1931.
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new duckling
 The New Duckling


"I want to be new," said the duckling.
"O ho!" said the wise old owl,
While the guinea-hen cluttered off chuckling
To tell all the rest of the fowl.

"I should like a more elegant figure,"
That child of a duck went on.
"I should like to grow bigger and bigger,
wise old owlUntil I could swallow a swan.

I won't be the slave of a habit,
I won't have these webs on my toes
I want to run round like a rabbit,

A rabbit as red as a rose.

don't want to waddle like Mother,
Or quack like my silly old Dad.
I want to be utterly other,
And frightfully modern and mad."
fox
"Do  you know," said the turkey. "you're quacking!
There's a fox creeping up through the rye;
And, if you're not utterly lacking,duckling
You'll make for that duck pond. Good-bye!"

"I wont," said the duckling. "I'll lift him
A beautiful song, like a sheep,
And when I have - as it were - biffed him,
I'll give him my feathers to keep."

Now the curious end of this fable
- So far as the rest ascertained,
                        Though they searched from the barn to the stable -
Was that only his feathers remained.

So he wasn't the slave to his habit,
And he didn't  have webs on his toes;
little rabbitAnd perhaps he runs round like a rabbit,
A rabbit as red as a rose.
                                                                                 
 Best to be wise than foolish



wish i had stayed as an egg.:)


by Alfred Noyes
Taken from the book
The Childrens Golden Treasure Book for 1937
absolutely wonderful don't you think?




ARE ALL THE CHILDREN IN?

The darkness falls, the wind is high, dense black clouds fill the western sky.
The storm will soon begin; 
The thunder roars, the lightnings flash, I hear the great round raindrops dash,
Are the children in?
They're coming softly to my side; Their forms within my arms I hide,

 no other arms are sure; The storm may rage with fury wild,
with trusting faith each little child with mother feels secure.
But future days are drawing near: They'll go from this warm shelter here, out into the world's wild din;
The rain will fall, the cold winds blow, I'll sit alone and long to know
Are all the children in?
Will they have shelter then secure, where hearts are waiting strong and sure, and love is true when tried?
Or will they find a broken reed, when strength of heart they so much need to help them brave the tide?
Jesus knows it all, his will is best; I'll shield them now, and yield the rest in his most Image
righteous hand;
Sometimes the souls he loves are riven by tempests wild, and thus are driven nearer the better land.
If he calls us home before the children land on that blest shore, afar from care and sin,
I know that I shall watch and wait till he, the keeper at the gate,
Lets all the children in.


starsWillowdown 1990
Cat with bowl of milkPussy and I.

Pussy and I are friends you see
I love pussy and she loves me;
Kitten in a Basket
She sits in my lap,
I stroke her fine hair,
I know by her "purr"
she loves being there.

Diddily dee dot 2007
Icicles and snowflakeThe Snow

From the clouds, the flakes of snow
Wander to the woods below,
Falling lightly,
Softly, whitely,
To the ground,
Heaping drifts without a sound.

Now the wind begins to blow,
Lighter, faster comes the snow,
Falling thickly,
Rushing quickly;
Soon there'll be a
Snowman built for you and me.
                                          
                    
Molly, Snowman and Celyn                 

Dorothy Milnes Sinclair  2007
Tripping into Town

A little lass with golden hair,
 A little lass with brown,
A little lass with raven locks,
Went tripping into town.
"I like the golden hair the best!"
"And I prefere the brown!"
"And I the black!" three sparrows said -
Three sparrows of the town.

"Tu-whit! Tu-whoo!" an old owl cried,
From the belfry in the town;

Glad hearted lasssies need not mind
If locks be gold, black, brown!
Tu-whit! Tu-woo! so fast, so fast
The sands of life run down,
And soon, so soon, three white haired dames
Will totter through the town.
Gone then for aye the raven locks,
The golden hair, the brown;
And she will fairest be whose face
Has never worn a frown!"

reknewed for Seligors Castle the home of Diddily Dee Dot 2007
Air Bubbles
As Flowers in Rain

Is it raining, little flower?
Be Glad of the rain!
Too much sun would wither thee;
'Twill shine again.
The sky is very black, 'tis true;
But just behind it shines the blue.

Art thou weary, tender heart?
Be glad of pain!
In sorrow sweetest things will grow,
As flowers in rain.
God watches; and thou wilt have sun,
When clouds their perfect work have done.



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Baby - Land

baby"How many miles to Baby - land?"
"Any one can tell:
Up one flight,
To your right;
Please to ring the bell."

baby
"What do they do in Baby - Land?"
"Dream and wake and play;
Laugh and crow,

Shout and grow;

Happy times have they!"



 The Brave Wee Laddie

"Tap. tap," along the pavement, "Tap,"
It came, a little crutch;
A pale-faced lad looked up at me.

"I do not mind it much,"
He answered to my pitying look.

"It might be worse you know;
Some fellows have to stay in bed,
While I quite fast can go.

"Oh yes I used to run about;
Perhaps I may again;
The doctor says it's wonderful
I have so little pain,
It hurts me now and then, of course
Well - ever since that fall;
But I'm so very glad, you see,
That I can walk at all."

"Tap,tap," the little crutch went on;
I saw the tangled hair,
The brown eyes wide and all aglow,
The brave and noble air.
And somehow tears a moment came,
and made my vision dim,
While still the laddies cheerful words
Were sweet as sweetest hymn.

"I am so very glad, you see,
That I can walk at all."
Why, that's the way we each should feel
When troubles quick befall.
There's always blue sky somewhere, friend,
Though clouds around you meet;
And patience with sweet Jesus send,
If sought at his dear feet.

A very strange poem from the Chatterbox Book.  Cannot find out anything about it, but it is very nice and being as I use a wheelchair it brings back memories.

Igloo
  Snowballing.

When the pools with ice are bound,stars
When the snow is on the ground,
Then it is that we delight
In a merry snowball fight.
Fast and free the snowballs fly;
To and fro we gaily hei;
starsCaring nought if balls of snow
Chance to fall on us or no.
Summer Days
.
Tripping through the meadows, wading in the brook,
Telling daisy fortunes in a shady nook.
Filling hat and apron full of pretty flowers,



Weaving dainty garlands in the shady bowers.
Peeping through the branches for the little nests
Of the little birdies with the scarlet breasts


Softly counting over all the eggs so blue;
Robin in the tree top knows her friends so true;
Knows the little fingers will not  harm her nest;


Pours a song of gladness from her little breast.
Happy little children! playing'mong the flowers,
Birds and bees, and brooklets, all the summer hours.

Beautiful.
Twelve hours in a Day

Twelve hours in a day
Some for Work and Some for Play.
The tall old clock in the corner stands,
It tells the hour with its pointed hands,
Hark! it strikes now clear and even:
One - two - three - four - five - six - seven!
Time to arise,
Open your eyes;Now children all,
Hark to its call!
Wash your faces, brush your hair,

See who'll first be down the stair.

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