Wherever I am, there's always Pooh, There's always Pooh and Me. Whatever I do, he wants to do, "Where are you going today?" says Pooh: "Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too. Let's go together," says Pooh, says he. "Let's go together," says Pooh. "What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh. ("Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.) "I think it ought to be twenty-two." "Just what I think myself," said Pooh. "It wasn't an easy sum to do, But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he. "That's what it is," said Pooh. "Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh. "Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me. We crossed the river and found a few- "Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh. "As soon as I saw their beaks I knew. That's what they are," said Pooh, said he. "That's what they are," said Pooh. "Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh. "That's right," said Pooh to Me. "I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh, And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo! Silly old dragons!"- and off they flew. "I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he, "I'm never afraid with you." So wherever I am, there's always Pooh, There's always Pooh and Me. "What would I do?" I said to Pooh, "If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True, It isn't much fun for One, but Two, Can stick together, says Pooh, says he. "That's how it is," says Pooh. A. A. Milne https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/us-two-by-a-a-milne
Friendship is important. We all need friends, someone to share the good times and bad times with. A friend is someone whom you might not see for a long time but when you meet it is like nothing has changed. In many books we read there are some strong friendships, some strange friendships and some lessons to be learnt about friendship. There is a variety of friendships in my books.
Rory Gumboots had not gone far, when he came upon a very
frightened Maisie Mouse.’ Oh Rory! I’m so glad to see you,’ gasped
‘Why, what’s the matter with you, you poor thing?’ asked Rory (as
he hated to see his friend so upset).
‘What are you doing here?
How did you get here?’
‘Well, I heard you thinking about me, and so I decided to appear in your dream.’
‘So you’re not real then?’
‘I’m as real as you want me to be,’ the creature says, giving a bow.
‘Oh I want you to be real, because we could have so much fun. There’s only Mum and me in this house. Most of my school friends live in town. I like the country, but it can be lonely sometimes.’
‘Well, let’s have some fun then,’ said the Reckolahesperus.
Eleanor pushed the door open slowly, peeking inside for a look. Her mouth opened wide in surprise. There was a man wearing a coat with a rainbow running through it, and a hat with clouds blowing across it. He could have been any age: he had white hair sticking out from under his hat, but his skin looked as smooth as a baby’s. His eyes were emerald green and sparkled. He looked at her and smiled…
“Hello Eleanor, I’m the Dreamsmith. I’m going to show you how I make dreams.
“Wow! Cool! Where do we start?”
“Now who shall we make a dream for?” he
“Oh let’s make a really nice one for Mummy”,
Eleanor shouted back, clapping her hands excitedly.
The Dreamsmith grasped the ribbons and twisted them into a huge plait.
Then shining on one of the bare walls, Eleanor saw a vision of her mother asleep, and she saw the plaited ribbon pass through her mother’s head, going in one ear and out the other.
Eleanor turned around to thank the Dreamsmith, but he and the room had disappeared.
Hattie And Jacques Love London
‘Well, where did you come from? What is your name?’
‘Pardon Mademoiselle. I am Jacques. I am from Paris. What is your name s’il vous plait?’
‘I’m Hattie and I live here. You’d better come into my hole before anyone sees you.’
‘Merci beaucoup mademoiselle… après vous.’
So Jacques followed Hattie into her hole. It was very cosy, and Jacques felt at home
straight away. He noticed the piles of hats leaning up against the wall and was delighted, as he loved hats too. Jacques looked around and saw that there were two mouse size rooms, the main room which had the hats in and a bedroom leading off from it. Inside the main room were a table and chairs, a comfy sofa, a cupboard full of tasty titbits, and a picture of the Eiffel Tower.
Hattie was watching Jacques and admiring his French beret sitting dashingly on his head,
and his red and white striped sweater which was so bright and colourful. She watched the
joy on his face when he saw the picture of the Eiffel Tower. Then being sensible she tried to
decide where Jacques would sleep.
Frances Darwin Investigates
Here was the famous Mr Kitchener she had been looking for but now that they were face to face, she found it hard to say anything, so she smiled instead. Barty smiled back. Mr Kitchener was of medium build with a ruddy face, wavy white hair and moustache. His misty grey eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief. A distant memory of her grandfather’s eyes sparkling the same way, popped into her head. Mr Kitchener pointed to some chairs near the bed and told them to sit down.
“No, you’re the patient; you sit in one of the chairs. Frances can sit on the bed,” said Gran.
Frances perched on the end of the bed.
“Now Frances, tell me, how is Bouncer? Fred Eccles told me a bit about how you found Bouncer wandering around and how you took him to the rescue centre.”
Frances started off shyly but, by the time she had got on to the dognappers and Mrs Marsh’s dog, Splodge, she was chatting to Mr Kitchener as if she had known him a long time.
When they left the hospital, Frances noticed that Gran was beaming at everyone waiting at the bus stop.
“What a nice man!” announced Gran. “A real gentleman! He doesn’t seem to have any family, so we must visit again.”
When they got back to Mrs Marsh’s house, Mrs Marsh invited them in. She had made some ham and cheese sandwiches for them. Bouncer bounced all over the place when he saw Frances. “Were you a good boy, Bouncer?”
“He was a delight!” said Mrs Marsh. “We had a great time together. It was wonderful to have the company. How did you get on with his owner? What’s he like?”
“Oh he’s a lovely man! A real gentleman!” gushed Gran. Frances smiled to herself.
A Posy Of Wild Flowers
Forget-Me-Not Lus Míonla Please remember forget-me-not, Sky-blue flowers with yellow dot Blooming sweetly in earthy plot. Flowers cluster on hairy stem, Pointed leaves look well with them. Forget-me-not you little gem. You remind us of love we knew, Friends and family who said adieu; Love will always live with you.