Waldorf poems and verses – una collezione di poesie, motti e filastrocche, di autori vari, per la lezione di Inglese nello stile della scuola steineriana.
Hidden
Deep in the kingdom there spreads a great forest,
Deep in the forest a mountain soars high;
Deep in the mountain a high vaulted cavern,
Secret and solemn, where fools may not pry.
Deep in the cavern there stands a great granite,
Solid and silent and strong as the earth;
Deep in the granite there glistens and gleams
A radiant jewel of wondrous worth.
Paul King
The little brown bulb
The little brown bulb lies quiet and warm,
Sheltered from wind and sheltered from storm.
“Awake, Little Bulb,” call the rain and the sun,
“Wake and unfold
Your green and your gold,
For winter is done.”
Paul King
Winter and Spring
Cruel winter froze the stream,
Made all things hard with ice and snow.
The creatures shivered, the flowers died,
Nothing could live, and nothing could grow.
Then came summer’s kindly warmth,
The sun shone down with love and light.
The hard ice cracked and melted away
And life bloomed again in colours bright.
Paul King
The lighthouse
Out in the bay there’s a lighthouse,
On an island of rock on its own.
The mighty waves buffet its boulders
And the winds howl around it and moan.
But so firmly it stands on the granite,
Undaunted by wind or by sea,
And its bright beam sweeps through the stormy night
To bring the ships safe to the quay.
Paul King
Morning Verse
The sun with loving light
Makes bright for me each day.
The soul with spirit power
Gives strength into my limbs.
In sunlight shining clear
I reverence, O God,
The strength of humankind
Which thou, so graciously,
Hast planted in my soul
That I, with all my might,
May love to work and learn
From thee comes light and strength
To thee rise love and thanks.
How Beautiful the World Is
How beautiful the world is,
How blue the sky above,
How green the grass in the morning dew,
How musical the dove.
Eyes to see the colours bright,
Ears for music of delight,Nose to smell the fragrant rose,
Skin to feel the breeze that blows.
How beautiful the world is,
How blue the sky above,
God is there in all creation
Flowing forth in light and love.
Paul King
The song of the stars
The song of the stars resounds in the heavens,
The song of the sun awakens the day,
The song of my heart is the sun in my soul,
And I’ll listen, and listen, to what it can say.
P. King
A head I have for thinking deeply,
Listening, and learning, and looking with care.
Hands I have for work and creating
With fingers skillful to make and repair.
In my heart I can carry the sun
Shining with love for everyone.
Paul King
From Wibbleton to Wobbleton is fifteen miles,
From Wobbleton to Wibbleton is fifteen miles,
From Wibbleton to Wobbleton,
From Wobbleton to Wibbleton,
From Wibbleton to Wobbleton is fifteen miles.
Hickory, dickory, dare,
The pig flew up in the air.
A man in brown
Brought him down
Hickory, dickory, dare.
Higglety, pigglety, pop!
The dog has eaten the mop;
The pig’s in a hurry,
The cat’s in a flurry,
Higglety, pigglety, pop!
Hoddley, poddley, puddle and fogs,
Cats are to marry the poodle dogs;
Cats in blue jackets and dogs in red hats,
What will become of the mice and the rats?
Tumbling Jack goes clickety-clack,
Down the ladder and then comes back,
Clickety-clack, rattle and hop,
Over and down again, flipperty-flop!
The Robin’s Song
God bless the field and bless the furrow,
Stream and branch and rabbit burrow,
Hill and stone and flower and tree,
From Bristol town to Wetherby –
Bless the sun and bless the sleet,
Bless the land and bless the street,
Bless the night and bless the day,
From Somerset and all the way
To the meadows of Cathay;
Bless the minnow, bless the whale,
Bless the rainbow and the hail,
Bless the nest and bless the leaf,
Bless the righteous and the thief,
Bless the wing and bless the fin,
Bless the air I travel in,
Bless the mill and bless the mouse,
Bless the miller’s bricken house,
Bless the earth and bless the sea,
God bless you and God bless me!
(old English Rhyme)
After the Rain
Drip, drip, drip from the twigs and the leaves,
Drop, drop, drop from the drain-pipe and the eaves,
Plip, plip, plip making dimples in the sand,
Plap, plap, plap in the palm of my hand.
Driplets on the petal tips,
Droplets on the grass,
A-glistening in the sunlight
When the rain cloud has passed. Paul King
Bees
Buzzing bees, buzzing bees,
Buzzing and bumbling from flower to flower,
Sucking sweet nectar out of the bloom,
To fill with gold your honeycomb bower.
Paul King
One tired tortoise
Plodding in the Karoo,
He bumped into another one
And that made two.
Two tired tortoises
Resting by a tree,
Along came another one
And that made three.
Three tired tortoises
With feet feeling sore
Along came another one
And that made four.
Four tired tortoises
Just trying to survive,
Along came another one
And that made five.
Five tired tortoises
In a thirsty fix,
Along came another one
And that made six.
Six tired tortoises
Wished they were in Devon,
Along came another one
And that made seven.
Seven tired tortoises
Getting quite irate,
Along came another one
And that made eight.
Eight tired tortoises
Starting to decline,
Along came another one
And that made nine.
Nine tired tortoises
Prayed and said ‘Amen’,
Along came another one
And that made ten.
Ten tired tortoises drinking at a well,
Then each one yawned and said Goodnight
And slipped into his shell.
Paul King
Twelve Tiny Tadpoles (adding 2)
2 tiny tadpoles swimming near the shore,
up swam another two and that made 4.
4 tiny tadpoles playing naughty tricks,
up swam another two and that made 6.
6 tiny tadpoles in a giddy state,
up swam another two and that made 8.
8 tiny tadpoles found a little den,
up swam another two and that made 10.
10 tiny tadpoles in the mud did delve,
up swam another two and that made 12.
12 tiny tadpoles wriggling just for fun,
One called out, “There’s the stork!”,
. . . And then there were none.
(because they’d all hidden, not because they were all eaten!)
Paul King
Finger exercise rhyme
Hens at the Dish
Peck, peck, peck,
Peck, peck, peck,
The hens in the yard go
Peck, peck, peck.
First one, second one,
Third one, fourth one,
Pecking round the dish
Till the grain’s all gone.
Paul King
Left and Right
Left and Right were going to fight,
They crossed their swords in the middle of the night.
Left and Right were equally strong.
Left and Right were equally wrong!
Left and Right grew tired of the fight,
So they all shook hands and said Good-night.
The Lion and the Mouse
Lion lies sleeping, silent and still,
Along comes a mouse and thinks he’s a hill.
Up the great body the little mouse goes,
Through mane, across ear, and down Lion’s nose.
But Lion wakes up and gives a great roar,
Catches poor Mouse in his long cruel claw.
“How dare you walk over your king and your lord!
For this only death shall be your reward.”
The little mouse shivers and shudders with fright,
Tries hard to think how to put things a-right.
“Forgive my mistake, mighty Lion, I pray,
And I promise to help you too some day.”
At this Lion laughs and shakes to and fro,
But he’s now in good humour and lets the mouse go.
Days come and days go, and some hunters pass by
Who set a great lion-trap cunning and sly.
Lion walks in, unaware of the threat,
And suddenly finds himself caught in a net.
Frustrated he roars with wrath and despair;
Little Mouse hears how he’s caught in a snare.
She remembers her promise and runs without pause
To the spot where the Lion so rages and roars.
Her sharp little teeth set to gnawing the rope,
Thread after thread, now the Lion feels hope.
Soon there’s a hole and the Lion is freed.
The Mouse has kept her promise indeed!
The Fox and the Crow
A coal-black crow sits in a tree,
A morsel of cheese in his beak has he.
A fox slinks by as sly as you please,
And cunningly plots how to get the cheese.
“Oh how I admire your feathers so spry,
The sheen of your tail and the glint of your eye,
The elegant curve of your beak sharp and long –
But would I could hear your sweet voice raised in song!”
At this the crow’s flattered and quite taken in;
To impress the fox further he will now begin.
He throws back his head, and rasping and raw,
He utters a raucous, cacophonous “Caw!”
With beak all agape, the cheese tumbles out,
The fox snaps it up in his long pointed snout.
“Sing, Crow, your vanity, long as you please.
You keep your song, and I’ll have the cheese!”
The Pine Tree and the Reed
“You are small and weak,” the pine tree said
To the swaying reed by the stream below,
“Whereas I am stately, high above you,
And have far more to show!”
The reed was silent. But soon after this
A gale began to bluster and blurt.
The rigid pine tree snapped in the wind,
But the pliant reed bent unhurt.
Chatterford Market
Cabbage and carrots,
Beetroot and beans,
Spinach and sprouts,
Marrows and greens:
All of the freshest
Crispy and spry,
At Chatterford market,
Buy! Come buy!
Lettuce and leeks,
Pumpkin and peas,
Cherries and berries
And lemons to squeeze.
There’s big yellow cheese
And honey from bees
And all sorts of teas
From bushes and trees,
And cakes and pies
To feast the eyes,
Pies and pasties of every size.
There are things we all know
And things that surprise
At Chatterford Market
Under the skies.
The little bird
The little bird sighed, “Oh me, oh my!
How they will laugh if I try to fly.
If I flutter and flop, or tumble and fall,
Will the creatures all laugh at me, clumsy and small?”
But the sun shone down with a kindly face
“Just try and soon you will fly with grace.”
The bird practised hard never minding to fall,
And now the great eagle flies highest of all.
Acorn and Oak
“Oh I’ll never be big,” the acorn said
As it gazed on high to the oak tree tall,
“I’m little and round as a miller’s thumb,
I’ll never be big, I’ll always be small.”
The oak tree smiled a knowing smile,
“My trunk is thick, and my roots are deep,
My branches and twigs spread high and wide,
For birds to nest in, and bugs to sleep.
But I was an acorn too on a time,
– ‘Oh I’ll never be big, I’ll never be strong,’-
That’s what I thought many years ago…
And, dear little acorn, you see I was wrong!”
Johnny’s farm
Johnny had a little dove, coo, coo, coo.
Johnny had a little mill, clack, clack, clack.
Johnny had a little cow, moo, moo, moo.
Johnny had a little duck, quack, quack, quack.
Coo, coo; clack, clack; moo, moo; quack, quack;
Down on Johnny’s little farm.
Johnny had a little hen, cluck, cluck, cluck.
Johnny had a little crow, caw, caw, caw.
Johnny had a little pig, chook, chook, chook.
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