A
Child is a Child
Some children skitter, scatter and leap,
While others walk away:
Some children play in the golden sun,
While others read all day;
Some children are so flexible,
You think they are unreal:
While other children who watch them
with big eyes, Can hardly land a cartwheel:
Some children are chatter boxes Ready to speak
of a witnessed crime, While others sit
there quietly And show their feelings
with a mime: When some children
seem so perfect And others are
called more than one name We all
must remember “A Child is a child”
And all children must be treated the same.
by Rubina
Veerakone, aged 11
[Rev. Anwar and Usha Khan’s grandaughter]
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Open My Heart That
I May See
I stood looking out of a window
And complained in my usual way
Of the rain that was steadily falling
Upsetting my plans for the day.
I didn’t know someone heard me,
So it gave me somewhat of a start
When I heard a quiet voice ask me,
“Have you looked for the sun in your heart?”
Then I saw the little old lady
Whose voice made a path through the gloom,
And the weather outside was forgotten
As her smile seemed to light up the room.
I wondered what power had given
Such strength to a body so frail;
Then I saw she was reading her Bible,
Yes, her Bible – printed in Braille.
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The
Traffic Jam
If I’d gone a little bit faster
I would have got over these lights
And then I wouldn’t have been here in the jam
I’d be far away out of sight.
But alas I couldn’t have gone faster
That chap in front was so slow
And crawled along frustrating me
Now I sit here raring to go
If only the lights would change to green
I’m sure they’re stuck on red
I sit here drumming my fingers
And wish I was miles ahead.
My wife says keep your cool dear
Hold your breath and count to ten
And then before you know it
We’ll be on our way again.
At last we move I deeply breathe
As we go on our way
Count 10! I’d counted a thousand
We’d been there half the day.
We cruise along a mile or two
I’m slowly cooling down
My wife relaxes and looks quite pleased
Then I suddenly see her frown.
She groans and gives a shudder
And turns quite pale, what has she seen?
It’s a queue stretching on so far.
My mind has now become quite cool
I’ve got to be very clever
I’ll take a side turn out of the way
Right, it’s now or never.
We turn into a country lane
To escape from our foolish brothers
And as we round a bend in the road
So have a hundred others
By Kath Latham
(Janet Talbot’s mother) |
