Poems+-+Misc

**There Were Three Jovial Huntsmen**
"Mother Goose" There were three jovial huntsmen, As I have heard them say, And they would go a-hunting All on a summer's day.

All the day they hunted, And nothing could they find But a ship a-sailing, A-sailing with the wind.

One said it was a ship, The other he said nay; The third said it was a house With the chimney blown away.

And all the night they hunted, And nothing could they find But the moon a-gliding, A-gliding with the wind.

One said it was the moon, The other he said nay; The third said it was a cheese, And half o't cut away.

How To Tell The Top Of A Hill
The top of a hill Is not until The bottom is below. And you have to stop When you reach the top For there’s no more UP to go.

To make it plain Let me explain: The one most reason why You have to stop When you reach the top --- is: The next step up is sky. //- John Ciardi//


 * Criss Cross I am Tying My Shoes**

Criss Cross and go under the bridge, Then you pull it tight. Make a loop but keep a long tail, That's how to do it right. Then you take the other string, and you wrap it 'round the loop. Pull it through the hole, Now you've got the scoop. Criss cross and go under the bridge, Pull it tight and what have you got? A strong and sturdy double knot!

//Walter de la Mare// Low on his fours the Lion Treads with the surly Bear', But Men straight upward from the dust Walk with their heads in air; The free sweet winds of heaven, The sunlight from on high Beat on their clear bright cheeks and brows As they go striding by; The doors of all their houses They arch so they may go, Uplifted o'er the four-foot beasts, Unstooping, to and fro.
 * Unstooping**