The Manners Collection
The Manners Collection is a children’s poetry book authored by Gillian Sims. This is Poetree Creations first publication and is a compilation of entertaining and educational poems, where animals narrate the tales and teach children the art of manners.
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Six abreast came marching,
With boots and brasses glow,
Each in step with the time,
Their movements seem to flow.
Slowly they move down the ramp,
A truly perfect stride,
With chins up and backs straight,
It would well you up with pride.
But there are no smiles on this parade,
No crowd applauding,
Just silence and tears on cheeks,
The families in their mourning.
The burden on their khaki shoulders,
Is carried with utmost care,
For inside lays a soldier lost,
And the life the he did share.
They place him within the hearse,
For a procession through the streets,
With salutes shown and colours bowed,
To the sound of marching feet.
Forever we shall remember,
Those that have not returned,
For freedom is never given,
But in blood it is always earned.
By Alex Roissetter.
Entered in 4th poetry competition
15th Jan 2010
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AFTER DINNER BEFORE SLEEP HAS COME
I LOOK AT THE PICTURES SHE HAS DONE
“CLOSE YOUR EYES AND OPEN YOUR HANDS”
PICTURES OF SEAS PICTURES OF SAND
THE FOLLOWING DAY IS JUST THE SAME
SHE HAPPILY PLAYS THE PICTURE GAME
“CLOSE YOUR EYES AND OPEN YOUR HANDS”
PICTURES OF SEAS PICTURES OF SAND
JUST TO PROVE THEY’RE NOT THE SAME
SHE SLIGHTLY ALTERS THE PICTURE GAME
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND OPEN YOUR HANDS
PICTURES OF SHELLS PICTURES OF SAND
THE MIND OF A CHILD CAN ALTER PAINT
TO MAKE IT APPEAR JUST WHAT IT AIN’T
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND OPEN YOUR BRAIN
IT NOT JUST SEA AND SAND AGAIN
BY DON HOLMES
This is a poem I wrote for my daughter when she started nursery 1980
entered on 26.01.2010
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With twenty five pounds I could buy the world,
Rent some love and find a girl
With all that money I could buy a pearl
And throw it right back with a flambouyant twirl
If I received this monetary gift
I’d never demand more like Oliver twist
I’d raise it high in a victorious fist
And promply tick everything, on my to do list
What about the poor I hear you ask
I’d flip them a penny and in gratitude bask
For charity my man is a glorious task
But rich conceited giving is mockeries mask
And as the sunsets on my fortunate fortune
Fabulously found in a fair, fair erm faire
Who ever thought in a beautious bazaar
I’d, walk away content with a twenty five pound hare
by Olumese
entered into our first international competition
White horse on the mountain
Main and tail a- flowing
Running proud and easy
To where green grass is growing
Gracefully your canter
Is halted and you stop
You look around the meadow
Then slowly start to crop
Before you fill your belly
The wind a warning brings
Your nostrils flare in panic
And an eagle takes to wings
White horse on the mountain
It’s really time you ran
Your enemy approaches
And he is known as man
With power and grace a-plenty
The white horse starts to flee
He races off to safety
Determined to be free
And on a rocky outcrop
He stops and rears up high
As if to say his freedom
No man could ever buy
By Don Holmes
Entered for 4th competition on 08.03.2010
A moment spent
Is it found, captured or lost?
To remember something, a moment,
What is the cost?
Everyone thinks, regrets or feels
But what is this moment,
Is it real?
The things we see
or touch or think,
All disappears
With the mind, with a blink,
Time will for ever pass us by
But we will never know
How or why,
But what was the moment
Was it right was it wrong?
A moment’s a moment
Its where we belong,
Whether its false or if its true,
You are soon to discover
The moment is in you.
Written by Abbe Cutforth on 07/03/2010
Rest your head and close your eyes
I will sing you sweet lullabies,
Clear your head of all your thoughts
Ease your mind of worrying sorts,
Drift off into a peaceful dream
Imagine the beautiful things you’ve seen,
Float on the fluffy clouds above
Where nothing matters but the ones you love,
Think of all tomorrows fun
Soon will rise the morning sun.
Written by Abbe Cutforth on 07/03/2010
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