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.
Read extracts from the book. Click on Poems from the manners book.
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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
Click on Poppy the fairy
This is a poem from Malcolm Bradshaws new book called Simple poems
A vision of beauty
As the sunlight kisses her wings
Inside a yellow buttercup
That grows in fairy rings
Listen and you will hear
Poppy singing to the flowers
Nessled within the petals
Conjuring up her fairy powers
She paints the flowers with love
The dewdrops the rain has made
Spreads fairy dust all around
Colours them in every shade
Poppy is very beautiful
Her Hair is golden brown
Her clothes are finest gossamer
She smiles without a frown
Next time you are in a meadow
Tread very carefully
If you look very close
Poppy the fairy you might see
I’m really very sorry ma
I’ve gone and wet my bed,
No thoughts of needing the toilet
Entered inside my head
I stripped my bed to air it,
bedding is in the wash bin
I’m really very embarrassed
At the position I’m now in
Must have been that drink,
Before I went to bed
I only had the one though,
Just like you always said.
It’s really hard to grow up
Staying dry all night through
Guess it’s earl;y days right
Cos I’ve only just turned two
By Wendy Rosher
entered on 20th January 2010
For the 4th poetry competition
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Boom goes the beat
The clubbers are moving;
drinks in hand
they’re casually grooving
Looking around
for someone to raise
the energy level
be it Jesus or devil
Then he appears
the mystery mover
shuffling his feet
like a juddering hover
Boom ba doom da
the feet change in time
arms in a looseness
the muscles now primed
Raise the hands people
let’s blow off the roof
pump it up louder
stamp your foot like a hoof
Get into groups
and egyptianise
now do indian belly
with jazz-hand surprise!
Security men
look almost, well, scared
shaking their heads
for this not prepared
‘Good lord, they’re all mad
I’ve never seen though
such a herding caffufle
in any club I’ve been to
Now we get a change of beat
a Michael Jackson plucking feat
so let’s now slow it down a bit
and pigeon head to each main beat
Now get into partners please
guide a twirl and be at ease
Now roll in and don’t feel dumb
At least this move won’t hurt the knees
Now we return
to the beat from before
for the final song
though all still want more
Oh joy its ‘Don’t stop
believing’ people
Oh what a tune
get high as a steeple!
Now all pile out
with a ‘raa blaa’ of noise
girls looking sleepy
beware of the boys!
‘Man that was fun
you had a good night?
Let’s go back next week
and rock that beat bright
And shake out the dust
from the lectures we’ve had
and fill up our spirits
and go a bit mad!’
(Emily Nash)
Entered for 4th competition
On 04.03.2010
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
A brave young soldier
Went to war
To fight for his country
Like thousands more
He was proud and strong
And in his prime
This brave young soldier
Who would serve his time
He came home
Whilst hundreds died
And all the horrors
He could not hide
Some of his friends
Had died in war
And did he feel lucky
He wasn’t too sure
This brave young soldier
Who went to war
And as he grew older
As time passed by
He would join his comrades
With his head held high
And this brave young soldier
Who went to war
Will live on forever
Like thousands more
by Eddie Jepson
entered on 22.01.2010
For the 4th competition
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