My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf, 2. So it stood ninety years on the floor. 3. Reader 2 It was taller by half than the old man himself, 4. Though it weighed not a pennyweight more. 5. Reader 3 It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born 6. And was always his treasure and pride, 7. All But it stopped –short-, never to go again, 8. When the old man died. 9. Ninety years without slumbering- 10. Tick, tock, tick, tock. 11. His life seconds numbering- 12. Tick, tock, tick, tock. 13. It stopped -short-, never to go again, 14. When the old man died. 15. Reader 4 In watching its pendulum swing to and fro 16. Many hours had he spent while a boy, 17. Reader 5 And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know 18. And to share both his grief and his joy, 19. Reader 6 For it struck twenty-four when he entered the door 20. With a blooming and beautiful bride, 21. All But it stopped –short-, never to go again, 22. When the old man died. 23. Reader 7 My grandfather said of those he could hire, 24. Not a servant so faithful he found, 25. Reader 8 For it wasted no time and had but one desire - 26. At the close of each week to be wound. 27. Reader 9 And it kept in its place, not a frown on its face, 28. And its hands never hung by its side, 29. All But it stopped –short-, never to go again, 30. When the old man died.
Transcript
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf,2. So it stood ninety years on the floor.3. Reader 2 It was taller by half than the old man himself,4. Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.5. Reader 3 It was bought on the morn of the day that he was
born6. And was always his treasure and pride,7. All But it stopped –short-, never to go again,8. When the old man died.
9. Ninety years without slumbering-10. Tick, tock, tick, tock.11. His life seconds numbering-12. Tick, tock, tick, tock.13. It stopped -short-, never to go again,14. When the old man died.
15. Reader 4 In watching its pendulum swing to and fro16. Many hours had he spent while a boy,17. Reader 5 And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed
to know18. And to share both his grief and his joy,19. Reader 6 For it struck twenty-four when he entered the
door20. With a blooming and beautiful bride,21. All But it stopped –short-, never to go again,22. When the old man died.
23. Reader 7 My grandfather said of those he could hire,24. Not a servant so faithful he found,25. Reader 8 For it wasted no time and had but one desire -26. At the close of each week to be wound.27. Reader 9 And it kept in its place, not a frown on its face,28. And its hands never hung by its side,29. All But it stopped –short-, never to go again,30. When the old man died.
31. Reader 10 It rang an alarm in the dead of night,32. An alarm that for years had been dumb,33. Reader 11 And we knew that his spirit was pluming for
flight,34. That his hour for departure had come.35. Reader 12 Still the clock kept the time with a soft and
muffled chime36. As we silently stood by his side,37. All But it stopped –short-, never to go again,38. When the old man died.
Who stole the bird’s nest?
“To whit, to whit, to whee!Will you listen to me?Who stole four eggs I laid,And the nice nest I made?”
“Bobolink, bobolink,Now, what do you think?Who stole the nest awayFrom the plum tree today?”
“Not I,” said the cow, “moo-oo!Such a thing I’d never do,I gave you a wisp of hay,But did not take you nest away.”
“Not I,” said the dog, “bow-wow!I wouldn’t be so mean, I trow,I gave the hairs the nest to make,But the nest I did not take.”
“Not I,” said the sheep, “oh, no!I wouldn’t treat a poor bird so,I gave the wool the nest to line,But the nest was none of mine.“Baa-aa,” said the sheep, “oh, no!I wouldn’t treat a poor bird so.”
“Cluck, cluck!” said the hen,“Don’t ask me again!Why, I haven’t a chick,That would do such a trick,We all gave her a feather,And she wove them together,
I’d scorn to latrude,On her and her brood!”
Chirr-awhirr, chirr-awhirr!We’ll make a great stir,Let us find out his name,And all cry, For shame!
“I would not rob a bird,”Said little Mary Green,“I think I never heardOf anything so mean,”“T is very cruel, too,”Said Little Alice Neal,“I wonder if he knewHow bad the bird would feel!”
A little boy hang down his head,And went and bid behind the bed,For he stole that pretty nestFrom poor little yellow-breast,And he felt so full of shameHe didn’t like to tell his name.
Prettier Than a Flowerby: Dea Suryana
You wake up by the sunBlooming like the prettiest flowerSmiling like today is your(s) dayAs still as the cloudYou look upon the skyBe prepared to face the world
Even though you don’t know how to face this rough worldYou start your first step day by dayAs the sun shines the skySometimes it is covered by the dark cloudBut you don’t hang your golden up to the sunYou are not a flower
But you still a woman who admires a flowerYou need someone who can protect you like the skyNeed someone who can give you strength like the sunYou don’t like your past shades you like the cloudYou need your own worldTo seize the day
Harmony of voices in the dayYou want to reach the sunYou want to discover the worldYou want to touch the skyAnd you want to be pretty as a flowerWhite as the cloud
You don’t think it is just (a) pie in the skyYou will tell the night and the dayScream to the worldOr just whisper to the flower“I will get my head out of the cloud”Start to reach the sun
I awake by the sun and start my dayI look upon the sky and upon the cloudI live in the world which adores the flower
