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Seasons by Gladys Cannell

Camille — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 14:43:57 +0000

Take a little kindness
Sow it in the spring
Watch it grow in goodness
Till it covers everything

Take a little thoughtfulness
Grow it in the summer
Put it next to kindliness
Watch them grow much firmer

Take a lot of caring
Show it in the fall
Watch the seeds of sharing
Blossoming over all

Take some of these to everyone
In the winter of their years
Especially when they are all alone
With their worries and their fears.

This poem was written by Gladys Cannell. She feels that this poem sums up the care and support she receives at the Scholl Centre in IOM.

I think it is a beautiful poem about life. I saw it in the magazineÂ Hospice News Spring 2008 and wanted to pass on the beauty of the poem. I hope you enjoy it too.

Guy Fawkes

Camille — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 00:40:16 +0000

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I know of no reason

Why Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent

To blow up King and Parli’ment.

Three-score barrels of powder below

To prove old England’s overthrow;

By God’s providence he was catch’d

With a dark lantern and burning match.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

Karl Moore

Camille — Sun, 26 Aug 2007 02:31:09 +0000

Today I came across a post by Karl Moore, on Karl Moore’s Blog? of course. And it really made me giggle and pause for thought. I must admit that I did come in from a good saturday night out but I do not think I am that intoxicated to not enjoy a good post. Unless perhaps I am too intoxicated and so enjoyed it regardlessly.

I digress. His post called Friday Factoid which was written on saturday seemed to bounce around a bit. However there were lots of intriguing facts like did you know that Agatha Christie received most inspiration in the bath eating apples! Mmmm healthy! And Ian Fleming best known for James Bond also wrote Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

Interesting. Don’t you agree?

A limerick about my brother Randolph!

Camille — Fri, 24 Aug 2007 16:36:35 +0000

There once was a boy called Ran,
Who was a really great big fan
Of creamy gooey Nutella
Even though he was a fella!
And now he wants to try it with Jam!

A limerick about my brother Roderick!

Camille — Thu, 23 Aug 2007 21:24:42 +0000

There once was a boy called Rod,
Who thought he had a great bod!
But then he found
His tum was round
And he really was just no god!

Charlie Chaplin, Laurel & Hardy

Camille — Sat, 28 Jul 2007 10:42:21 +0000

Do you remember Charlie Chaplin and Laurel & Hardy? I miss them. I have not seen them in years. I grew up laughing at them. I really wish I could lay my hands on some footage. I would love to show them to Arthur.

I bet he would enjoy them as much as Higgeldy House or Mr Tumbles.

Brilliant Baby

Camille — Sun, 03 Jun 2007 06:24:50 +0000

Brilliant Baby just is not brilliant at all. They cannot make up their mind whether they are “British” or “American”. Just because it is narrated by someone British does not make it “British”. They use American Children, speak of holidays such as the 4th July (NOT A UK HOLIDAY – or rest of the world other than the states come to think of it!), and write “Fall” but say “Autumn”. Perfect to confuse children.

It could have been a good thing except is culturally biased (American Culture) yet aimed for a completely different culture (British). Teaching about different cultures is a good thing, but Brilliant Baby just does not do that at all.

Brilliant? No not at all!

Jim, Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion by Hilaire Belloc

Camille — Fri, 25 May 2007 13:54:56 +0000

There was a Boy whose name was Jim;
His Friends were very good to him.
They gave him Tea, and Cakes, and Jam,
And slices of delicious Ham,
And Chocolate with pink inside
And little Tricycles to ride,
And read him Stories through and through,
And even took him to the Zoo—
But there it was the dreadful Fate
Befell him, which I now relate.

You know—or at least you ought to know,
For I have often told you so—
That Children never are allowed
To leave their Nurses in a Crowd;
Now this was Jim’s especial Foible,
He ran away when he was able,
And on this inauspicious day
He slipped his hand and ran away!

He hadn’t gone a yard when—Bang!
With open Jaws, a lion sprang,
And hungrily began to eat
The Boy: beginning at his feet.
Now, just imagine how it feels
When first your toes and then your heels,
And then by gradual degrees,
Your shins and ankles, calves and knees,
Are slowly eaten, bit by bit.
No wonder Jim detested it!
No wonder that he shouted “Hi!”

The Honest Keeper heard his cry,
Though very fat he almost ran
To help the little gentleman.
“Ponto!” he ordered as he came
(For Ponto was the Lion’s name),
“Ponto!” he cried, with angry Frown,
“Let go, Sir! Down, Sir! Put it down!”
The Lion made a sudden stop,
He let the Dainty Morsel drop,
And slunk reluctant to his Cage,
Snarling with Disappointed Rage.
But when he bent him over Jim,
The Honest Keeper’s Eyes were dim.
The Lion having reached his Head,
The Miserable Boy was dead!

When Nurse informed his Parents, they
Were more Concerned than I can say:—
His Mother, as She dried her eyes,
Said, “Well—it gives me no surprise,
He would not do as he was told!”
His Father, who was self-controlled,
Bade all the children round attend
To James’s miserable end,
And always keep a-hold of Nurse
For fear of finding something worse.