Today Andrew recited his poem: "The Fisherman's Hymn" by Alexander Wilson
THE OSPREY sails above the sound, The geese are gone, the gulls are flying; The herring shoals swarm thick around, The nets are launched, the boats are plying; Yo ho, my hearts! let ’s seek the deep, Raise high the song, and cheerily wish her, Still as the bending net we sweep, “God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher!” She brings us fish—she brings us spring, Good times, fair weather, warmth, and plenty, Fine stores of shad, trout, herring, ling, Sheepshead and drum, and old-wives dainty. Yo ho, my hearts! let ’s seek the deep, Ply every oar, and cheerily wish her, Still as the bending net we sweep, “God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher!” She rears her young on yonder tree, She leaves her faithful mate to mind ’em; Like us, for fish, she sails to sea, And, plunging, shows us where to find ’em. Yo ho, my hearts! let ’s seek the deep, Ply every oar, and cheerily wish her, While the slow bending net we sweep, “God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher!"
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Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
William's Poetry Recital
His golden locks time hath to silver turned;
O time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned,
But spurned in vain; youth waneth by increasing:
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love, are roots and ever green.
His helmet now shall make a hive for bees,
And, lovers' sonnets turned to holy psalms,
A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,
And feed on prayers, which are age his alms:
But though from court to cottage he depart,
His saint is sure of his unspotted heart.
And when he saddest sits in hmely cell,
He'll teach his swains this carol for a song--
"Blessed be the hearts that wish my sovereign well,
Cursed be the souls that think her any wrong."
Goddess, allow this aged man his right,
To be your beadsman now that was your knight.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Nicholas' Poetry Recital
Nicholas is performing "I Saw a Ship A-Sailing" from Mother Goose Rhymes. He performed this on Friday morning at his school, New Covenant.
I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING
I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
And, oh! it was all laden
With pretty, things for thee!
There were comfits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were made of gold.
The four-and-twenty sailors
That stood between the decks,
Were four-and-twenty white mice
With chains about their necks.
The captain was a duck,
With a packet on his back;
And when the ship began to move,
The captain said, “Quack! Quack!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
William and Samuel at Endocrinologist
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