Peacock Pie, a Book of Rhymes by Walter de la Mare

bookshelves: autumn-2015, e-book, poetry, kiddlewinks, gutenberg-project

Recommended for: Sylvester’s Squirt!
Read on October 18, 2015…

I am reading these outloud to the Main Man

FANTASTIC beaty rhymes if you have/are kids. Take this:


There was a ship of Rio
Sailed out into the blue,
And nine and ninety monkeys
Were all her jovial crew.
From bo’sun to the cabin boy,
From quarter to caboose,
There weren’t a stitch of calico
To breech ’em – tight or loose;
From spar to deck, from deck to keel,
From barnacle to shroud,
There weren’t one pair of reach-me-downs
To all that jabbering crowd.
But wasn’t it a gladsome sight,
When roared the deep sea gales,
To see them reef her fore and aft
A-swinging by their tails!
Oh, wasn’t it a gladsome sight,
When glassy calm did come,
To see them squatting tailor-wise
Around a keg of rum!
Oh, wasn’t it a gladsome sight,
When in she sailed to land,
To see them all a-scampering skip
For nuts across the sand!


‘I’m tired – Oh, tired of books,’ said Jack,
‘I long for meadows green,
And woods, where shadowy violets
Nod their cool leaves between;
I long to see the ploughman stride
His darkening acres o’er,
To hear the hoarse sea-waters drive
Their billows ‘gainst the shore;
I long to watch the sea-mew wheel
Back to her rock-perched mate;
Or, where the breathing cows are housed,
Lean dreaming o’er the gate.
Something has gone, and ink and print
Will never bring it back;
I long for the green fields again,
I’m tired of books,’ said Jack.


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