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Oh Carol what a lovely site I shall spend many happy hours there,thank you so much for that
Evelyn

I had searched that site but to no avail. Please let us know if you find it in there, Evelyn.

No I have searched the site and cannot find it, shame

This mystery is intriguing me now. I really do hope you find the poem :-) I keep googling and cannot seem to find it.

Was the poem in a poetry book or did your teacher introduce it?

The teacher wrote it on the blackboard, then recited it to us in a strong Dorset accent.
Oh I do wish we could find it.
Thank you all anyway
Evelyn

Have not found it.

Have got a Book of Victorian Verse and have quickly run through that, cannot find anything. It got me now, I have spent two hours surfing the net! LOL

Please someone find it soon PMSL

Tina xxx

Oh Tina dont worry too much about it, leave that to me.
Thank you so much for trying though.
Evelyn

LOL its okay Evelyn, I am like a dog with a bone lol.
Tina xxx

When I get back home I will try and make contact with the school
Thank you for that
Evelyn

As Purple suggested, perhaps the local paper can help too :-)

Perhaps they will think Im a simple old fool ,as I am that wont matter will it, I will give it a try when I get home from France

I have sent an email to the school. I hope you don't mind that I have done this.

Mind? not at all, I love you for it thank you so much
Evelyn

That's a relief. I thought later, I should have asked you first if you minded.

No problem I think that was good thinking and I appreciate it
Thank You

I am sorry to say that I have not received a reply from the school yet.

You could try writing to the local newspaper?

Sadly I never did find the words to this poem, can anyone help please.
Evelyn

Been looking for you and have not found. But do love this one.

The Walrus and The Carpenter
Lewis Carroll

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.



Back to look further.

Gail

I enjoyed that so much, thank you. Its nice to have a smile isnt it and anyone not smiling after reading that has a problem
Evelyn

Evelyn, I have been looking, supposed to be finishing packing for our holiday, so short on time.

This poem is just so familiar and I think it may be Australian by A B Paterson or Banjo Paterson, may be worth a further google. Even if you do not find it his poetry is worth a read.

I just have a very strong feeling he may have written this.

This is one of my favourites.

As Long As Your Eyes Are Blue

Wilt thou love me, sweet, when my hair is grey
And my cheeks shall have lost their hue?
When the charms of youth shall have passed away,
Will your love as of old prove true?

For the looks may change, and the heart may range,
And the love be no longer fond;
Wilt thou love with truth in the years of youth
And away to the years beyond?

Oh, I love you, sweet, for your locks of brown
And the blush on your cheek that lies --
But I love you most for the kindly heart
That I see in your sweet blue eyes.

For the eyes are signs of the soul within,
Of the heart that is leal and true,
And mine own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.

For the locks may bleach, and the cheeks of peach
May be reft of their golden hue;
But mine own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.

'As Long As Your Eyes Are Blue' first published in The Bulletin, 1891.

This poem I recited to my OH at our wedding