Hoo Goes There?

Hoo Goes There?

by

Sharon Hanzik

Softly feathered for silent flight,

Moving about in the calm moonlight,

We cannot hear them unless they call,

Who cooks for you?  Who cooks for y'all?

A soft call is carried away by the wind,

Hoo, hoo-hoo, over and over again.

A flash of white swoops low overhead,

Shh-shh, enough said.

Night-time hunters see well in the dark,

Almost never miss their mark.

Hearing is even better than sight,

They hunt by sound on the darkest night.

With powerful talons to catch their prey,

Rarely a rodent gets away.

In daylight, hidden, blending in well,

An owl or limb?  It's hard to tell.

Meadow, forest, farm or town,

Owls are great to have around,

They come in all sizes, live anywhere,

Some species common, some are rare.

Wherever they live, they add to the place,

A sense of mystery and natural grace.



A Nice Cup of Tea

I like a nice cup of tea in the morning

   

Just to start the day you see



and at half past eleven


                                                           



my idea of heaven



is a nice cup of tea

                                                     
                                                          

I like a nice cup of tea
with my dinner

                                                

                                                      






and a nice cup of tea with my tea

                                                         

And about this time of night

                                                 

What goes down a treat - you're right

is a nice cup of tea

                                                                   



Open a Book

Open a book

And you will find

People and places of every kind



Open a book

And you can be

Anything that you want to be

Open a book

And you can share

Wondrous worlds you find in there

Open a book

And I will too

You read to me

And I'll read to you.

Open a Book

by

Jane Baskwill

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The Enchanted Forest

A song of enchantment I sang me there

In a green-green wood, by waters fair,

Just as the words came up to me

I sang it under the wild wood tree.

Widdershins turned I, singing it low,

Watching the wild birds come and go,



No cloud in the deep dark blue to be seen

Under the thick-thatched branches green.

Twilight came: silence came:

The planet of Evening's silver flame,

By darkening paths I wandered through

Thickets trembling with the dew.

But the music is lost and the words are gone

Of the song I sang as I sat alone,

Ages and ages have fallen on me

On the wood and the pool and the elder tree.

A Song of Enchantment

by

Walter de la Mare

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Clever Ideas

A great way of displaying tulip bulbs

Turn your toaster on its side to grill cheese on toast

Fragrant herbal fire starters

Finding another use for old tins

Pop bottle and wooden spoons turned into a bird feeder



Lay a wooden spoon over the pan when boiling pasta to stop it boiling over

Take the base off an old chair to use as a planter

Pop bottles cut in half and used as mini greenhouses for seedlings

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Keep Calm and Love Cats

Don't you just love my big blue eyes

I told you I'd push your face in it if you ate my dinner



Fetch!

Who'd have kittens!

I personally think I look better this way up!

I've got my eye on you!

Do you think they've seen us!

OK so it's not the most comfortable place to sleep - but it'll do!

I told you I was taller than you!

We come in all shapes and sizes

Well I've seen squirrels do it

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