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  • Rookie Kenneth Haddon (8/11/2008 2:35:00 AM) Post reply
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    I am trying to find the details of a poem / children's song, which my 99 year old aunt remembers her mother telling / singing to her. It is based on a poem by Victor Hugo on poor fisherfolk, and we think it begins with the lines 'tis night the cabin door is shut, the room though poor is warm'. Any help would be much appreciated.

  • Rookie Karen Owen (8/10/2008 10:43:00 PM) Post reply

    Looking for information on a Nursery song my mother sang to me many years ago, any info would be great if you know it.

    There was a little girl,
    who tried very hard to be good,
    she went for a walk one day to pick some flowers in a wood,
    she picked and she picked and she picked until she got tired,
    then she layed her basket down and sat down herself and cried,
    she cried so much she fell asleep alone on the ground,
    a little bird popped up his head and said come follow me,
    he hopped and he popped and he said come follow me,
    for I have a cozy nest high up in an Ivy tree.

    I sing this now to my daughter but would love some information on it.

  • Rookie Ann Mcdermott (8/9/2008 5:58:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    looking for the author of the following poem
    the one L lama he's a priest
    the two L llama, he's a beast
    and I will bet a silk pajama
    there isn't any three L lllama!

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  • Rookie N L (8/7/2008 10:43:00 AM) Post reply

    I will love you if you find this poem for me! ! ! ! ! !

    Someone found this poem for me once before.....and I lost it.

    The poem is about a group of strangers huddled around a dying fire in the cold. Each person has a log but no one wants to put their log in because it might benefit the others and they all are prejudice towards each other. The fire eventually goes out and I think it's implied that they all die.

  • Rookie Josh Breson (8/4/2008 2:16:00 AM) Post reply

    hey i was wondering if anyone could tell me if they know about a poem that is from the perspective of a vietnam vet when people started recgonising them as heros?

  • Rookie Ann Mcdermott (7/29/2008 11:25:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    looking for the lyrics to a poem about aging...
    ' the sword of Charlemagne the just, is ferric oxide known as rust
    .... great Ceaser's bust is on the shelf, and I don't feel so well, myself'
    can you help find the title/poet? thanks

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    • Rookie Ann Mcdermott (8/9/2008 5:11:00 PM) Post reply

      thank you! that was quick! just what I needed. :)

    • Rookie Laura Burns (7/29/2008 8:20:00 PM) Post reply

      ON THE VANITY OF EARTHLY GREATNESS The tusks which clashed in mighty brawls Of mastodons, are billiard balls. The sword of Charlemagne the Just Is Ferric Oxide, known as rust. The grizzly ... more

  • Rookie xxxxx xxx (7/27/2008 7:01:00 AM) Post reply

    hey i have new poetry on my page feel free to check them out, comment or rate them if you wish


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  • Rookie Chase Masters (7/25/2008 9:30:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    A friend of my mother is looking for a poem that she only remembers a few lines to. It was a favorite of her niece when she was little. If anyone can help me out, it'd be appreciated!

    Here are the few lines we know:

    Jonathan Preble age three
    Has a lamb for company
    Carved of marble smooth and white

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  • Rookie Stephen West (7/22/2008 8:31:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Does every one get verbal dire rush when they first join this site?

    Years ago I taught adult literacy at night classes.
    Wonderful, because all the students REALLY WANTED to be there.
    One of their favourite poems was this little ditty used to demonstrate pronunciation.

    There's a man in our village
    Who lives in a little cottage
    He grows some beans and cabbage
    And rides a donkey carriage

    He used to work at Dulwich
    A porter in the college
    He'd carry up the luggage
    And carry out the garbage

    He never thought of marriage
    And now he's in his dotage
    He sits outside his cottage
    And wonders how he'll manage

    And the favourite hand writing verse-

    Snail upon the wall, have you anything at all to tell about your shell?
    Only this, my child. When the wind is wild or the sun is hot: it's all I've got.

    Any ideas on their origins?

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  • Rookie Stephen West (7/19/2008 5:36:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    There is a poem once used as part of a film script (I think)
    The last line is repeated twice
    We have come through.
    We will come through.
    Any ideas please?

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    • Rookie Avery Brown (6/24/2009 1:28:00 AM) Post reply

      This is a bit of a long shot but could it have been....? 'I will come back, come back to you.' If so, the film was 'Breaker Morant' starring Edward Woodward. The true story of an Australian soldier ... more

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