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Tue, 03 Nov 2009
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 Here we are, back again. Struwwelpeter, will tell you about. "The Man who went out Shooting |
The
Story of the Man that went out
Shooting
This is the man that shoots the
hares;
This is the coat he always wears:
With game-bag, powder-horn, and
gun
He's going out to have some
fun.
The hare sits snug in leaves
and grass,
And laughs to see the green man
pass,
He finds it hard, without a pair
Of
spectacles, to shoot the
hare.
Now, as the sun grew very
hot,
And he a heavy gun had got,
He lay down
underneath a tree
And went to sleep, as you may see.
And, while he slept like any top,
The little hare came, hop, hop, hop,
Took gun and spectacles, and then
On her hind legs went off
again.
The green man
wakes and sees her
place
The spectacles upon her
face;
And now
she's trying all she can
To shoot the sleepy, green-coat
man.
He cries and screams and runs
away;
The hare runs after him all day
And hears him call out
everywhere:
"Help! Fire! Help! The Hare! The
Hare!"
At last he stumbled at the
well,
Head over ears, and in he fell.
The hare stopped
short, took aim and, hark!
Bang went the gun—she missed her
mark!
The poor man's wife was drinking
up
Her coffee in her coffee-cup;
The gun
shot cup and saucer through;
"Oh dear!" cried she; "what shall I do?"
There lived close by the cottage there
The hare's own child, the little
hare;
And while she stood upon her
toes,
The coffee fell and burned her nose.
"Oh dear!" she cried, with spoon in
hand,
"Such fun I do not
understand."
 Oh dear I don't trim very well do I, oops.
I will have to move my scanner to
an easier
place to work with. It is so-o-o
squint!
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 Not to well tonight so here are a few pictures of Seligor's Crazy family, well a few of them. |
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Fri, 16 Oct 2009
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 North Wind in October by Robert Seymore Bridges. A beautiful poem with wonderful colours. |
NORTH WIND IN
OCTOBER
In the golden glade the
chestnutsare fallen all ;
From the sered boughs
of the oak the acorns fall
:
The beech
scatters her ruddy fire ;
The lime has
stripped to the
cold,
And standeth naked above her yellow
attire
The larch thinneth her spire
To lay
the ways of the wood with cloth of
gold.
Out of
the golden-green and
white
Of the brake the fir trees stand
upright
In the forest of flame, and wave
aloft
To the blue of heaven .their blue-green
tuftings soft
But swiftly in shuddering gloom
the splendours fail,
As the harrying North wind
beareth
A cloud of skirmishing hail
The
grieved woodland to smite :
In a hurricane
through the trees he
teareth,
Taking the boughs and the leaves
rending,
And whistleth to the
descending
Blow of his icy flail.
Gold and
snow he mixeth in spite,
And whirleth afar
: as away on his winnowing flight
He
passeth, and all again for awhile is
bright.
By Robert Seymour Bridges,
(23 October 1844 – 21 April 1930)
was
an English poet, and poet
laureate from 1913 to
1930.
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Fri, 09 Oct 2009
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 Jack Sprat could eat no fat, his wife was little Joan. Together they will share this rhyme so you won't need to moan. :) |
 JACK SPRAT AND HIS
WIFE
Jack Sprat and his wife, we have
all read the little
verse
Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
his wife could eat no lean,
And so between
them both
they licked the platter
clean.
Well now I
have a little bit
more to tell you about Jack Sprat and his wife, get
your OJ and your PJ's then. when. you are sitting
comfortable, I'll
begin.
Jack Sprat could
eat no fat, his wife
could eat no lean,
And so between them
both, they
licked the platter clean.
Jack ate
all the lean, Joan
ate all the fat,
The bone
they both picked clean then gave it to the
cat.
When Jack Sprat was
young
he
dressed very smart,
He courted Joan
Cole, and
soon gained her
heart.
In his fine leather
doublet and an old greasy hat,
Oh, what a smart
fellow was little Jack Sprat.
Joan Cole had
a hole in her petticoat,
Jack Sprat, for a patch
to Joan Cole gave a groat.
The groat bought
a patch, which soon stopped the hole;
"I thank
you, Jack Sprat," says little Joan
Cole.
Jack Sprat was the bridegroom, Joan
Cole was the bride
Jack said from the church his
Joan home should ride.
But no coach could
take her the lane was so narrow,
Said Jack,
"then I'll take her home in a
wheelbarrow."
Jack Sprat was wheeling his
wife by the ditch
The barrow turned over and in
she did pitch.
Says Jack, "She'll be
drowned, " But Joan did reply,
"I don't think I
shall, for the ditch is quite dry."
Jack
brought home his Joan, and she sat in a
chair,
When in came the cat, that had got but
one ear.
Says Joan, "I've come puss,
pray, how do you do ?"
The cat wagged her tail,
and said nothing but "Mew."
Jack Sprat took
his gun and went to the brook,
He shot at the
drake, but he quite killed the duck.
He
brought it to Joan, who a fire did make
To roast
the fat duck whilst Jack went for the
drake.
The drake it was swimming with his
nice nice curly tail,
Jack Sprat came to shoot
him, but happened to fail.
He let off his
gun, but, missing his mark,
The drake flew
away, crying "Quack, quack, quack
quack!"
Jack Sprat to live pretty now
bought him a pig,
It was not very little , and
not very big.
It was not very lean, it was
not very fat;
"It will serve for a grunter,"
Said little Jack Sprat.
Then Joan went to
market to buy her some fowls,
She bought a
Jackdaw and a couple of owls.
The owls they
were white, the Jackdaw was black;
"They make a
fine lot," said little Joan Sprat.
Jack
Sprat bought a cow, his Joan for to please,
For
Joan she could make both butter and
cheese.
Or pancakes or puddings, without any
fat;
A notable housewife was little Joan
Sprat.
Joan Sprat went to brewing a barrel
of ale,
She put in some hops that it might not
turn stale.
But as for the malt, she forgot
to put that;
"This is brave, sober liquor," said
little Jack Sprat.
Jack Sprat went to
market, and bought him a mare,
She was lame in
three legs, and as blind as could stare.
Her
ribs were bare, for the mare had no fat;
"She
looks like a racer." Said little Jack
Sprat.
Jack and Joan went abroad, Puss took
care of the house;
She caught a large rat and a
very small mouse.
She caught a small mouse
and a very large rat.
"You're an excellent
hunter," said little Jack Sprat.
Now I've
told you the story of little Jack Sprat,
And
little Joan Cole and a poor one-eared
cat.
Now Jack loved his Joan, and good
things he taught her.
She gave him a son, and
then, after, a daughter.
Now Jack has got
rich and has plenty of pelf,
If you know any
more you may tell it
yourself.
 Knock me down
with a feather, add more myself!
Well no doubt
I could but me oh my I think I should have you all
fast asleep
instead of popping down a bit to
sing some songs.
No enough is enough I think.
Hugs Seligor xxx
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Thu, 08 Oct 2009
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 I am putting this blog on for I am so angry with BlogCymru.com who call themselves a Welsh Blog Site, it seems they only have room for Welsh speakers. |
 "BlogCymru.com"
Welsh-related blogs - - -
THEY ARE ONLY WELSH RELATED BLOGS IF YOU SPEAK
WELSH AND NOTHING ELSE. I FEEL ASHAMED TO TELL
PEOPLE THAT THESE KIND OF PEOPLE STILL EXIST IN
WALES, BUT OBVIOUSLY THEY DO. I AM SORRY, BUT THANK
GOODNESS THEY ARE IN THE MINORITY, I TOO AM VERY
WELSH AND LOVE MY COUNTRY WITH A PASSION BUT THIS
HAS REALLY ENRAGED MEI
did try to send this email below, but unfortunately
it was blocked, so here I am placing it on all my
blog sites, just to tell people.
VERY FEW
PEOPLE IN WALES, NO MATTER WHERE THEY COME FROM ARE
LIKE THESE FEW WHO MAKE THIS SITE WHAT IS ACTUALLY
VERY RACIST. I AM ASHAMED OF YOU.
Cymau, That
will do, I am Welsh . I live in Wales. I have a
website which has so many Welsh related Poetical
works and stories on it. And that is just one site,
there
are four altogether.
And I have my web sites translated into
many different languages, not by me, but by all the
people who appreciate my hard
work.
Then I type "THE WAR SONG OF DINAS
FAWR", (to see if anyone has recorded it,) into my
web browser and find your site. And
what am I met with, no place to sign in or
register. No way of getting in. Then I realise "ah
it is all in Welsh, they can't want the non Welsh
here. " AGORED," is one of the adverts, it means
OPEN in Welsh. And low and
behold here I am, and Here I shall go. I am
disgusted with you and this whole blog site you
advertise on. You wonder why people still think we
are backwards.... you sir, set a fine example. I am
sad to say that maybe people still feel that way.
Thank you, but no thank you . I do
not need to down load a WELSH Language
dictionary ont how to speak my own language, but I
do recognise that there are many, many people who
love the Welsh Language and Wales and they don't
have to speak the language or even be Welsh to
appreciate my beautiful country.
Seligor aka Dorothy Minlnes
-Simm
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