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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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Monday, December 30, 2024

Nursery Rhyme, The Tree Comic Poem by Angela Lansbury number 494

 

 A nursery rhyme and repetitive song to teach English to children and non native speakers.

Angela Lansbury with lit tree at Brixton. Photo by Trevor Sharot.


The Tree

In the street, what did I see?

From the street I saw a tree

On day one I saw a tree

What did I see? I saw a tree

 

On that tree what did I see?

I saw a bird up in the tree

On that tree what did I see?

I saw two birds up in the tree

 

Up in the sky I saw a nest

What do I like most?

That was the best!

 I put a picture in the post.


On day two I saw two trees

What did I see, I saw two trees

Two singing birds

That’s what I heard

 

You can’t see anything after dark

After dark after dark

That is when they close the park

Close the park, close the park

 

Go in daytime to see the roses

See the roses, make some posies

After dark, the park closes,

The park closes, the park closes

 

On day four, guess what I saw!

Guess what I saw! Guess what I saw

On day four, an apple tree

My neighbour’s tree, an apple tree

 

That apple looked so good to me

Good to me, good to me

My neighbour said, take it please,

I hope you like it, it’s free

 

It is very good to munch

You can have it for your lunch

 I said, you are very kind

How did you see it? You’re half blind

 

He said, I’m only colour blind

He said, I don’t see red on green

You’d be surprised how much I’ve seen

You’d be surprised how much I’ve seen

 

Besides, there’s so much I can tell

From the touch, and from the smell

Here comes a cat, how do I know

The birds don’t sing. Where do they go?

 

The birds don’t say, I was here first

They don’t say, let cats do their worst

Wise birds don’t sing a tell tale song

They don’t say, I’m right, the cat’s wrong

 

The world is big, they fly away

 

The birds find somewhere else to play

That old cat will die one day

And birds come back another day.

 

In other countries, have a rest

And then come back, our welcome guests

The farmers say that birds are pests

A few are welcome, but not so many

 

Wise birds know when to stay or fly

Some build their nests high in the sky

Some like birds, some like cats

Some like both, I’ve heard of that

 

Some folk stay home, plant apple trees

Some build big boats and sail the seas

Some take gifts, and some take skills

Some work hard, and pay their bills

 

And at weekends stay home and rest

Admiring birds in their small nests

Some people say, I’ve done no wrong

I work, I play, I hear a song

 

I look out and what do I see?

A small bird singing in the tree

He sings for birds, not just for me

But good to hear we all agree

 

Oranges grow where it is hot

Apples grow where it is not

Bees in hives will make you honey

Good honey sells for lots of money

 

In tropics dates grown in the heat

Big juicy grapes, so good to eat

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

Pasta, wheat, dates, sell, buy, eat

 

Some like fruit, and some like greens

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

Some like sugar, others don’t

And some guests will, whilst others won’t

 

So long as we can all agree

What they don’t eat leaves more for me

There’s many more apples if you plant a tree

More fish in tanks and a wider sea

 

Another small bird in that same tree

Another small bird in that same tree.

What do I see , a big oak tree

Yes, that’s what I see, a big oak tree

 

Under the tree, guess what I found

An acorn, small, and long, and round

After time a small acorn grows

To a big oak tree, everyone knows.

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Friday, January 5, 2024

Tree Pantoum Revised comic poem number 367 by Angela Lansbury

  In Singapore I went to a Toastmasters club where a speaker who is bilingual in English and Malay told us about the Malay form of poetry, the pantoum. Afterwards I looked it up online. In Wikipedia and other places.

 I looked in my own poetry book, Poetry Workshop and discovered I had listed the form in the appendix where I gave the structures of sonnets, haikus, pantoums etc.



 Later I discovered that I had actually written a pantoum. However, here's my latest version, based on the English oak tree.



A Tall Tree  a pantoum by Angela Lansbury

A small shy seed grew a flower

Small acorns grow to tall oak trees

Over time the hidden bower

Is the tower all our street sees

 

A little acorn grew a tree

Higher and higher, never timed

A place where squirrels built their nests

Big boys with ladders and ropes climbed

 

Higher and higher never timed

A nest for birds, a lure for cats

Big boys with ladders and ropes climbed

Rooks, parakeets, owls, maybe bats

 

A nest for birds, a lure for cats

Until one day a giant storm

Rooks, parakeets, owls, maybe bats 

Scattered all to earth fearing harm

 

Until one day a giant storm

Struck down the old oak tree's bower

Scattered all to earth fearing harm

Each small seed grew a new flower.


The swing swung round, the hammock tipped

The climber fell and broke a bone

When I see trees I have one thought

That's don't climb, leave trees alone.


Climbers all risk broken bones

On this subject I could write tomes

Yes, please, climbers, leave trees alone

Let Mum and I sit safe at home.

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This was originally wirtten as a classic variation on the theme of small acorns growing into tall oak trees, and small seeds growing into flowers. On revising, I lost the pantoum effect, but gained a humorous cuationary verse.

The tall oak tree is in the garden of our neighbours the Serby family in Hatch End, London, England. 

When they were children, Paul Serby used to climb regularly. Occasionally unbeknown to me, my son would join in, alhough I had told him not to. My son assured me that nobody ever had an accident. Years later I heard they gave up climbing after an accident.

The last line means I and my neighbour, whose garden has the tree, sit safe because we are not climbing and feel safer and more content if our children don't climb.

I have a sample pantoum and the rhyming scheme in my book  POETRY WORKSHOP which you can buy from Lulu or Amazon.



Copyright Angela Lansbury. 2024, January

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Tuesday, October 24, 2023

A Little Seed comic poem Pantoum 347 by Angela Lansbury

 


A little seed grew a flower

A little acorn grew a tree

Over time an oak tree's bower

Was the grand view our street could see


A little acron grew a tree

Higher and higher over time

A place where squirrels built their nests

And boys with ladders and ropes climb


Higher and higher over time

A place for birds, a lure for cats

And boys with ladders and ropes climb

Rooks, parakeets, owls, maybe bats


A place for birds, a lure for cats

Until one day a giant storm

Rooks, parakeets, owls, maybe bats 

Scattered to earth fearing some harm


Until one day a giant storm

Over time an oak tree's bower

Scattered to earth fearing some harm

A little seed grew a flower,

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I have a sample pantoum and the rhyming scheme in my book  POETRY WORKSHOP which you can buy from Lulu or Amazon.

I need to reprint the book and add that Victor Hugo who revived the Pantoum was the author of Les Miserables.

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