Granny Knows

When I want to ask a question

I nearly always to go
To my Granny; for theres not a thing
Granny doesnt know.
When Mothers very busy
She bids me run and play,
And when my Dad is tired
I know Im in the way;
But I always get an answer from my Granny.
I asked her why the stars
Come only in the night,
And she said that, in the evening,
When the sun turns off his light,
They draw a big big curtain
Over all the sky,
Till you only see the black,
And you dont see any blueWell, the stars are little holes
Where the sky shines through.
John D Sheridan

Boy with Kite

I am master of my kite, and
the wind tugs against me
on blue ropes of air.
Above tasselled trees
my kite glides and swoops,
pink-and-yellow falcon surging loose
from my right fist.
White string bites
into flesh; my wrist
flexes like a falconers.
I am dancing with my kite
heel-and-toe to earth,
body braced
against the fleet north-easter, laced
with fraying clouds.
Looking up,
lifted steeple-clear
of church and school and hill,
I am master of my world.

Phoebe Hesket

The Snare
I hear a sudden cry of pain!
There is a rabbit in a snare;
Now I hear the cry again,
But I cannot tell from where.
But I cannot tell from where
He is calling out for aid;
Crying on the frightened air,
Making everything afraid.
Making everything afraid,
Wrinkling up his little face,
As he cries again for aid;
And I cannot find the place!
And I cannot find the place!
Where his paw is in the snare;
Little one! Oh, little one!
I am searching everywhere.
James Stephens.

Blanche
A baby owl, whose name was Blanche,
Perched bravely on a narrow branch,
And wondered whether she could try,
To jump off and attempt to fly.
She bravely counted up to ten,
And then she counted ten again.
She jumped!
She found she couldnt fly
And lay there looking at the sky.
Its lucky that the branch, said she,
Was on the ground and not the tree.
Then off she ran
And flapped her wings
And said These are most awkward things.
For though I skip and jump quite high,
Im still no nearer to the sky.
And falling down she gave a howl
And wished shed never been an owl!
Till finally her mother found her,

And put a great big wing around her,

Then said, Dear Blanche, dont be upset,
You havent grown your feathers yet.
Jeremy Lloyd