tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post2822674703054123263..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: printed, Orion, wagtailsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-7121212163691414072009-12-15T21:58:47.829+00:002009-12-15T21:58:47.829+00:00I would like to join the voices of acclaim. Josh h...I would like to join the voices of acclaim. Josh has written a finely chisseled poem full of startling images and the ending is a wonderful example of how bathos can succeed better than pathos.Lucashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07642126053527835870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-5278393982896108222009-12-15T19:50:57.551+00:002009-12-15T19:50:57.551+00:00Lovely isn't a good enough description of Josh...Lovely isn't a good enough description of Josh's poem, which is a real delight.<br /><br />This would make a fantastic illustrated children's story. I can see it becoming a favorite of little ones the world over.<br /><br />Good work, Josh! Thanks to you and to Plutarch for sharing it with us here.<br /><br />:)The Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04846997590157958766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-74291538414722778652009-12-14T18:14:50.203+00:002009-12-14T18:14:50.203+00:00Hello, Alison. Here for you and other admirers is ...Hello, Alison. Here for you and other admirers is the complete poem:<br /><br />If only I could<br />Put a rocket in my pocket.<br />Pluck the moon from the sky.<br />Sprinkle stars like sugar<br />Over my milky way pie.<br /><br />If only I could<br />Help Orion chase the great bear,<br />Dodging our way<br />through the defending stars.<br /><br />But when the sun comes up<br />I shrink so very very small<br />That I fit right back into bed<br />And the stars can't see me at all.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-52058116241719673862009-12-12T13:15:55.754+00:002009-12-12T13:15:55.754+00:00I remember pied wagtails like that in Cheltenham t...I remember pied wagtails like that in Cheltenham town centre, especially at Christmas time; they seemed like living decorations in the pavement trees. My sister-in-law was astonished when she first saw them, and stood watching them in delight, that no one else seemed to notice them at all, but went about the grim business of Christmas shopping without once pausing or looking upward...<br /><br />I do like your grandson's poem too, it sounds like the work of a robust and speedy boy!Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-39008084538035820572009-12-12T10:41:52.640+00:002009-12-12T10:41:52.640+00:00I love your blog, which I found through Clare'...I love your blog, which I found through Clare's 3 Beautiful Things. (And also the poetry blog with Lucy.I would like a copy of your grandson's poem. I thought he might like the images in my son, Harry's animation blog, http://harrywormaldportfolio.blogspot.com/, also on youtube.<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPc1XDaMgnA,<br />Clare has my email as I write to her from time to time. All the bestalison wormaldnoreply@blogger.com