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just a slight change here from Version 1   What lies in paths The path goes far and opens wide, To where it leads to no one knows. The pebbles whisper at the side: Just follow where the west wind blows. It climbs up hills of pastures green Where spring foals, lambs and young calves play. The dewdrops shout out to be seen And shine under the morn sun’s ray. Down by the sea and on the shore, It lengthens on with endless sands. Sea shells may trail but never bore, And leave the path a...

 Dear Ms Susanna, This was a tribute to my year-end examinations. I thought they might be rather enjoyable for middle-grade readers. There are two parts to it: the first part is entitled 'Wait!' - it is where the teacher tells the students to stay behind after the last day of their examinations. The second is entitled 'Again!' - where the teacher breaks another important piece of news to them. The punchlines for both poems are in the last stanza. Wait! The school bell rang, The chil...

Dear Ms Susanna, Henry Beard had Elizabeth Barrett Browning's 'How do I love thee? Let me count the ways' turned into a parody: 'To A Vase'. I turned this parody 'To A Vase' into a parody parodied: 'To A Cat'. Parody To A Vase by Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Cat How do I break thee? Let me count the ways. I break thee if thou art at any height My paw can reach, when, smarting from some slight, I sulk, or have one of my crazy days. I break thee with an accidental graz...

Wish me upon a star Flying high Where you are Never partake save our dreams Let them soar Even while we’re apart And always Chorus: Remember that wishing well The well so fond and true Don’t need to ring a bell To tell you what to do So let our hopes take flight And just never look back Trust and run into the night For in strength you’ll never lack Look to the future not too far Go forth nigh I’ll be on par Go my prince to where you deem A haven We’re a team And ...

I tread among the autumn leaves Quiet as they are I make a sound no one can hear But it goes very far The wind blows thus and shakes the leaves Foraging for food It tells me tales that help me find To do what next I should They are my only companions left In this forlorn world For the rest have abandoned me Each night alone I curl This solitude engulfs me so Each night and every day As I sit alone and wonder If leaves can replace my say