Archive | December, 2014

Harry Moves House

26 Dec

One morning I came down the stairs,

In my striped pyjamas,

Blue and white with pineapples

And buttons like bananas.

 

I looked around and thought, ‘that’s odd’,

Our house was not the same.

My teddy Harry was surprised.

We wondered who to blame.

 

The strangest things were happening;

The living room was bare,

With nothing left to sit on,

And boxes everywhere.

 

My mum was in the kitchen,

Gran was in there too,

And all the plates and cups had gone.

Whatever would we do?

 

I went to look in every room,

Squeezing Harry’s hand.

My house had been turned upside-down!

I couldn’t understand.

 

Then mum gave me some porridge,

And said, ‘You’ll have to hurry!

I need to pack your bowl and spoon.’

So I began to worry.

 

And then my dad rushed in and said,

‘We’ll soon be on our way’.

The men are here to move us to our other house,

‘Hooray!’

 

Three giant men began to take

Our furniture outside,

And put it in a huge red van.

I knew we had to hide.

 

I didn’t want to leave our house

And Harry felt the same,

We climbed inside a big blue box

Beneath the window frame.

 

I cuddled Harry close to me

And didn’t say a peep.

We waited there a long, long time

And then I fell asleep.

 

When I woke up I heard my Gran

And Mum and Dad all chatting.

I stuck my head outside the box

And then they started laughing!

 

I looked at Harry Pennington

And he looked back at me.

We knew we weren’t still in our house

The truth was plain to see.

 

Dad pulled us from our little den,

Still laughing all the while.

He said he’d marked the big blue box

A giant red ‘FRAGILE’.

 

I like our new house very much,

My room is blue with stars,

And in the corner stands the box

We came in, full of cars.

 

And when I go to bed at night

I always smile at Harry

And say it’s lucky that our box

Was light enough to carry.

 

Early Morning at a Cairo Fruit Store

16 Dec

imageI pass this stall every morning around 6.30, on the way to work. The vibrant splash of colour and creative display set against an arid, stony landscape are an inspiring sight. The stall is open 24/7 and the owner sleeps beneath it.

A Cairo Sunset

16 Dec

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Harry the Lion

15 Dec

At play-school Harry Pennington

Was with me every day.

Mum brought a tiny chair for him

So he could watch me play.

 

We made a Show one sunny day,

For all our friends to see.

Mum dressed me in a tiger suit,

Then turned to Harry P

 

Soon Harry Pennington had gone,

And sitting in his place,

A lion with a mane and tail

And whiskers on his face.

 

Then setting off for Playschool,

As in the car we piled,

My daddy shouted out

‘BEWARE! THESE ANIMALS ARE WILD!’

 

I looked at Harry Pennington

And he looked back at me.

I knew what he was thinking,

Wild beasts we both would be.

 

So looking through the window,

We snarled at passers by

Then shouted ‘GRRRR!’

And ‘GRRRR!’ again

Fierce Harry P and I.

 

The people were astonished

And some ran off in fright.

A tiger with a lion

Is a very scary sight.

 

Our show was lots of fun,

We had to act and dance and sing.

My Harry made me proud

When he became the Lion King.

 

My room became a jungle den

As into bed I pounced.

‘Now Harry P the lion

Will stand guard.’

My dad announced.

 

Harry at the Seaside

15 Dec

Mum took us to the seaside

Harry Pennington and me.

The seagulls joined our laughter,

As we paddled in the sea.

I felt a little nervous,

But mummy held my hand,

While all my toes were wriggling

And sinking in the sand.

Harry P was in a bucket.

I had to keep him there.

If he got wet he’d turn into

A soggy teddy bear.

The bucket had a handle

And little sailing boats

And with it came a bright red spade,

For digging holes and moats.

We finished with our paddling,

Said good bye to the sea.

Then sat and ate some sandwiches

With egg and cress for me.

I had a glass of lemonade

And seaside flossy candy,

Then when we built a sandcastle

The bucket came in handy.

With Harry out we used it

For the turrets of the fort.

I wished we had some soldiers,

And then I had a thought.

I looked at Harry Pennington

And he looked back at me

He knew what I was thinking

A soldier he would be!

So from the picnic pack

My mum found a lot of silver paper,

And like a sandwich wrapped him up,

Poor Harry, what a caper!

My mum said Harry looked the part

I think that she was right

And I was proud to be his friend.

My Harry was a knight!

The sun began to disappear,

Behind the sparkly sea.

I told the seagulls we’d be back,

Then went home for my tea.

We had to leave the fort

Because mum said it wouldn’t pack.

With no-one there to guard it

Soon the sea would take it back.

When we got home I had a bath

And was surprised to see,

That so much sand had found its way

Back to our house with me.

Then later when we went to bed

We smiled about our day,

And hoped we’d soon go back

To where the seagulls like to play.

Harry and the Eggs

9 Dec

My mum boiled lots of eggs one day,

But didn’t make the toast.

Instead she started painting them,

My dad said, ‘Mum’s engrossed.’

 

I looked at Harry Pennington

And he looked back at me,

I knew what he was thinking,

Engrossed? Oh deary me!

 

I’d never heard the word before,

But thought it strange indeed,

That mummy should be painting eggs.

My Harry P agreed.

 

We thought eggs were for scrambling,

Or having fried with beans;

Not colouring with dots and lines

Of reds and blues and greens.

 

Then mum said, ‘You can paint one too.’

And much to my surprise,

She passed an egg then said,

‘Now paint a mouth, a nose and eyes.’

 

When dad came in he looked and said,

‘I see you’re both engrossed’.

But I was far too busy,

And, my egg was now a ghost.

 

I flew it through the air,

Then made a very ghostly sound,

And Harry thought my eggy spook

The scariest around.

 

When every egg was painted,

Mum put them all away,

Then said, ‘It’s time for bed now,

And tomorrow’s Easter Day!’

 

Life Without Harry Pennington

6 Dec

If Harry Pennington had gone to

Someone else, not me,

Sometimes I can’t help wondering,

How different life would be.

 

What if dear old Santa Clause

Had somehow lost his way,

And taken Harry somewhere else

That special Christmas Day?

 

I’d wake up every morning,

To find no Harry there,

And everything I did

There’d be no Harry anywhere.

 

Out shopping with my mummy

Or playing in the house,

I’d have no-one to talk to

And be quiet as a mouse.

 

There’d be no Harry watching me

When I did silly things,

Or smiling at my funny jokes.

No love my teddy brings.

 

He’d surely not be happy,

With someone else somewhere.

I’m certain Harry P would be

A sadder teddy bear.

 

We’d have no great adventures,

As pirates on the seas,

With eye patches and parrots

And treasure chests with keys.

 

No cuddles when I’m poorly,

Or smiling at the stars,

No waving to the moon at night,

Or to our friends on Mars.

 

Then when I look at Harry,

And he looks back at me,

We know the truth; he’s mine forever-more.

That’s plain to see.