Larkhill Childrens Tales

Behind The Bush With The Mush

Deep in the forest, behind the old oak tree there lived little Impy, the cutest elf you ever did see. Impy often played with his two best friends,
Snow and Grow. Snow was a bright red mushroom who always wore a green hat with a small bell on top. Grow was also red. He wasn't the brightest of mushrooms, he had to stay in mushroom school for an extra two years just to pass his two times table !

One day the three friends decided to go into the forest on an adventure picnic. They packed their baskets with all sorts of goodies and set off on their travels.

After walking for several hours, they came across a big bush in their way. "What are we going to do ? said Snow. 'How are we going to continue our journey ?' said Impy.
'I know,' said Snow, 'let's climb on each other's shoulders and climb over'. 'Good idea, ' said Impy.

Impy stood at at the bottom and allowed Grow to climb on his shoulders. Snow then climbed up on both of them and jumped over the the large bush.

A call of,' Help!' then came from behind the bush. 'oh no,' said Impy, 'how are we going to get over the bush, there are only two of us? If we climb on each other's shoulders we aren't tall enough to get over the bush'.

'I know said Grow, 'I will grow tall and then we can climb over.' 'How
long will that take ? ' said Impy, looking baffled.

'Not long,'
said Grow, who stretched and stretched and stretched. Impy looked a little worried as Grow was pulling some very strange faces. 'Is it working ?' asked Impy.

' No!' said Grow, who was out of breath. 'Oh, what are we going to do ? exclaimed Impy in a desperate voice. After twenty or so minutes of racking their brains for ideas, Grow jumped up in the air and shouted 'I' ve got it, I've got it !'
Impy looked at Grow in amazement. 'What is it ? What is it' ? he quizzed urgently.

' Lets walk round it !' said Grow.

Poem of The Week

The Pull of your love.

As you walked the hills and stroked the ground with naked feet
As you floated through the early morning mist
I ignored the pull of your love

As your beauty glowed through the window
As moments of passion passed me by
I ignored the pull of your love

As you suppressed your longing
As you hid your generous romance
I ignored the pull of your love

As ageing matured your heart
As sadness set your tears and joy apart
I ignored the pull of your love

As you bent to kiss my lips
As this world i did depart
I realised, but alas to late
I'd ignored your love

Poem of The Week

My Sweet Valentine

Lets entwine my valentine
Lets engage in uninhibited love

Lets seek and use every moment
Lets float in worlds above

Lets seek a new Nirvana
Lets sing like turtle doves

Lets warm in our affection
God knows this is

True Love

Poem of the Week

LOST AND FOUND

Faintly passing out one day
I hit my head upon the clay

It was a stoke of rare luck
That I avoided being squashed by a passing truck

I arose in glee and gasped a sigh of relief
Only to be robbed by a passing thief.

I chased him high and I chased him low
But wherever I went he did not show.

And then I laughed aloud as I realised what he had took
A doggy bag all filled with muck.

Oh dear i thought where is my dog ?
as the the bang on the head had wiped my log

I turned the street corners and searched the crannies
And even asked two passing grannies.

And then it hit me in a flash
My memory had obviously been too rash

I realised i had lost my cash as I darted around
In such a dash.

But every story has a silver lining
And the sound of "woof" ended my pining

There she was my little doggy
All wet and cold and a little soggy

A gift did drop from mouth to Paw
My good little doggy had found my dough.

Poem of The Week

TAKE AWAY THE MEANING OF LIFE

I sit within a crowded room with materialistic choices of future doom
Take my hand and take me where the room is empty and there are no cares.
Without a meaning to everything I will once more begin to sing
Oh fly away with dainty wings these choices life does but bring.

There is no meaning in what we pursue and what we all so willingly do
All our ideas on what is right, what is good and why we must fight
Give us a crutch to steady our plight.

Must we ensue mans unwritten path , morals, religion , work and play
Prescribed to give cause as we live each day
Or is there another way ?

If purpose dies and nobody cares and we realise its all in vain
We may become incredibly sane and realise what in life is fact
and what is just life’s man made act

So without meaning in our life we’ll wander forth and feel whats real
And those who failed will be revealed and their wants will be so easily healed
Expectation will no longer be in this future world I long to see.

Poem of the week

ENGLAND'S WAY

Rolling hills and city blocks
church bells and canal locks.

Football chants and rugby roar
terraced house and creaking floor

Made in wood, pot and steel
spinning top and water wheel

Trees of oak and fields of gold
mossy paths and smell of mold

People young and weather cold
heads with hats and men gone bald

Pubs and clubs, straight and gay
those who hope and those who pray

This my friend is England's way.

Book Reviews

Sonia

This author, has a great imagination & life experiences, that you can feel when reading these poems. U can sense a very charismatic guy! U can captivate yourself in his book, from start to finish. There is abit of everyone in at least one of his poems, he has written. It even inspires U to start thinking of or taking up writing abit of poetry yourself, even if u don,t already do so. A great cover! A great book!!

Dawn

I really enjoyed the book. It was fantastic reading,very powerful. I liked Aware, common sense and time. I can relate.