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Wednesday, March 19, 2025

Small Birds Singing In Big trees, comical poem 536 by Angela Lansbury

 I started this as a nursery rhyme and repetitive song to teach simple English words to children and non-native speakers. However, simple sentences and repetition bored me. So this is my revised version



Small Birds Singing In Big Trees

By Angela Lansbury


 In our long street, what did I see?

From our street I saw one tall tree

On day one I saw just one tree

What blocked the view? I saw a tree


One stormy night all over town

Old rotten trees had fallen down

How they are missed when they are gone

Traffic is blocked, no place for song


On my tall tree what did I see?

A bent branch, too near, threatening me

On its far branch I hear, can't see!

Two birds perched hidden in their tree


Small sparrows sing a simple song

Their squeaky tweet does not last long 

Experts say it's a contact call

To lure bird friends behind the wall


Up in the sky's a big black nest

In trees, what do I like most?

Useful vultures and ravens rest

What sings sweet songs? Which bird is best?

 

Day two I walked, saw two fine trees

I checked their species. Scots Pine trees

I saw and heard one singing bird

Two more tweeted, that’s three I've heard!


RSPB relies on me

To spend an hour and do a count

How many birds are seen this year?

Do this year's numbers fall or mount?

 ***

More trees like slide show memories

Fill both open and half shut eyes

Years of travels leave sights which please

England's surprise, strutting magpies


New Zealand’s summer’s cool and calm

Pet cats catch birds, do lots of harm

Hard coconuts fall from tall palms

Big warning signs cause me alarm

 

Drivers see little, when it's late

Don't walk, parks aren't safe after dark

They clear the car park, close the gate

It’s shut and locked, eight o’clock sharp

 

Sleep at night when the park closes,

Bulgaria’s growing roses

Pink roses make pretty posies

At dawn guys pick perfumed roses

 ***

On day four, guess what we Brits saw!

Just outside our sliding back door

Birds peck at our green apple tree

And our neighbour’s red apple tree

 

One apple looked so good to me

I called, “Look at that apple tree!”

My neighbour peered, “Yes, take one please,

I hope you like it, dear, it’s free!

 

“You’ll find it’s very good to munch

Chopped for breakfast, or whole for lunch.”

 I said, “Thank you. You’re very kind

How did you see it? You’re half blind!”

 

He smiled, “I’m only colour blind.”

He grinned, “I don’t see red or green

You’d be surprised how much I’ve seen

Just sitting by the village green!

 

”Besides, there’s so much I can tell

From fruit’s soft touch, sniff the sweet smell -

Here comes a cat! How do I know?

The birds stopped singing. Where’d they go?

 

“Birds don’t complain, ‘I was here first.’

Don’t say, 'Stay, Let cats do their worst!’

Wise birds don’t sing a tell-tale song

They don’t rant, ‘I’m right, that cat’s wrong!’

 

"The world is big, they fly away

Wise birds find somewhere else to stay

They pray old cats will die one day

Spring birds fly back, happy to play.

 

"In warmer lands, birds fly to rest

Then they come back, our welcome guests

But farmers say big flocks are pests

We'll greet one couple, scare the rest

 

Wise birds know when to stay or fly

Some build black nests high in the sky.

Some Mums like birds, some Dads like cats

Dogs, mini zoos, you've heard of that!"

 

Boss builds big boats to sail high sees

Good gardeners plant apple trees

Bird box, mend fence, tree house, such skills

Work two jobs, more, to pay their bills

 

At weekends we stay home and rest

Admiring small birds in small nests

Retired Gran says, "We’ve done no wrong

We've worked and played, now hear bird song.”

 

I look again - what do I see?

A robin redbreast in our tree

He sings for birds, not just for me

But near here, clear, no food, no fee

*** 

Oranges flourish where it’s hot

Orchards thrive here where it is not

Bees in hives make farmers honey

Good honey sells for big money

 

In tropics, dates grow in the heat

Big juicy grapes, sweet, soft to eat

See rice, that’s nice, wines from grape vines

Pasta from wheat to sell, buy, eat

 

Some kids like fruit, nerds prefer greens

Some can’t eat fish, some won’t eat meat

Take sugar, nuts, but others don’t

Some guests nod thanks, whilst others won’t

 

We’ll eat differently, we agree

Sweets they ignore, leave more for me

Grow apples, pears, plant a plum tree

Fish, frog, pond, river, tuna, seas

 

Two small green song bird sing in trees

A parakeet is calling me.

What do I see? A big oak tree

Beyond fruit, a third, massive tree

 

Under the tree, guess what I found!

A small acorn, oval not round

After a time small acorns grow

Into big oak trees, kids all know

                                 

A garden swing sways from one tree

Two trees’ apples, a healthy tea

We grow sweet grapes on six grape vines

Four seasons’ worth of happy times.


Orange tree for Chinese New Year, Singapore. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
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Wednesday, July 31, 2024

Ava's Weekend Boat Fun comic poem number 451 by Angela Lansbury

Life is fun when you're big, and three

You can reach strawberries for tea


Open the top fridge on your own

You climb on chairs and feel at home


 Little Ava has lots of friends

With birthday parties at weekends

But when she has a day that's free

She goes out with her family


Sometimes it's to a nearby park

So they get home before it's dark

She loves swings, ropes and the long slide

Then she sleeps on a short car ride


She likes to eat a blueberry

For breakfast, lunch, dinner or tea

She likes to eat an olive, too

And thinks of handing one to you


She likes to eat with family

Sit on sofas to watch TV

Twice small Ava rode on a boat

In a life jacket, on the sea

Child wearing life jacket. Photo from Sharot Family. Copyright.


Her little shoes are on the floor

A pair beside the big front door

We ask her, 'Dear, whose are these shoes?

These pretty shoes, reds, pinks and blues?'


She picks up a shoe, she frowns and says

'This shoe is mine!' That shoe is mine!'

She opens the door. Weather's fine

She's ready to have a good time


 Little Ava has lots of friends

With birthday parties at weekends

But when she has a day that's free

She goes out with her family.

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To get the right number of syllables, eight per line, I changed going out to go out.

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Saturday, February 22, 2020

Rainbow People




Some people are rainbows
Not just black and white
They keep changing colours
Not all wrong or right

A rainbow by day
Lost in black in the night

When you look at me
You see sequins and red
And orange and yellow
Inside, outside, all round my head.

Some people are green
Some people are blue
My friend adores pink
Disney Princess hue

Some people are rainbows
Not just black and white
They keep changing colours
Not all wrong nor all right

Dark at night, by day bright.
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copyright Angela Lansbury Feb 22 2020