Sunday, 5 February 2012

My favourite poem

Today I am resting, so I am going to recite my favourite poem about me.

Sherbet Sheep woke from sleep 
at six o’clock in the morning.
He sat and ate boiled egg with toast 
just as the day was dawning.

Today, thought Sherbet I must start
to make my garden a work of art.
I want to plant a flower bed
with blooms of purple, pink and red. 

I want to grow some beans and peas,
tomatoes, cucumber and salad leaves.
I’d like to put some wooden chairs
near trees of cherries, plums and pears.

So Sherbet rode upon his bike
to choose the plants that he would like.
The garden shop was in a street
with a bank, a bakers and a place to eat. 

Sherbet went inside and found
seeds and flower plants all around.
A watering can and great big pots
A long green hose and string for knots.

Some garden chairs some cane bamboo
Some rakes and spades and fruit trees too!
Onto his bike Sherbet piled up high,
his garden treasures to the sky. 

His pots and plants and flowers and seeds
His watering can and rake for weeds.
His chairs, his spade, his canes and hose
Three fruit trees and one bright pink rose.

At twelve o’clock he ate a dish
of carrots, onions, rice and fish.
At half past one his task began,
he started on his garden plan.

He planted flowers high and low,
pink, purple, red all in a row.
Arranged more blooms in great big pots
with patterns of stripes and squares and spots.

The seeds he sprinkled on the soil
will grow into salad to eat with oil
With vinegar, pepper, salt and spices
With butter and bread in nice thick slices.

The peas and beans, tomatoes too,
will all grow tall on cane bamboo.
When all the seeds were in the ground
and all the flowers arranged around.

When the trees of fruit were standing tall
When the rake and spade were by the wall
When the garden chairs were in their place
And a bird house added just in case

Sherbet went at ten to six
to eat his noodles with chopsticks
A bowl of cream and raspberry pie
Just as the sun set in the sky.

He took his watering can and hose,
to spray his plants and one pink rose
To help them grow throughout the night,
to keep them strong ‘til morning light.

The moon shone down   
it’s time to sleep 

for tired and weary
Sherbet Sheep.

The days went by the weeks passed too
And Sherbet's garden grew and grew
He watered flowers and raked the weeds.
He watched the vegetables grow from seeds.

The honey bees all buzzed around
Some big green frogs jumped on the ground.
The birds ate fruit from Sherbet's trees
A caterpillar lived in the peas.

A spider spun webs in the chair
A white mouse slept without a care.
Sherbet was a happy sheep
his perfect garden was complete.

He sat upon his wooden chair
and watched the birds fly in the air.
His weeks of work were all worthwhile
Because Sherbet's garden made him SMILE !