Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Recovering skills: Autonomous Home Education

Beth has started the Open University openings course Making Sense of the Arts.  She wants to write and now she is set up with Dragon Naturally Speaking and a decent headset and mike and a voice that she cannot hear two voices in, her writing is flourishing.

These however were hand written (a rare occurrence) and transcribed by me.  This is the work of a few minutes here and there over the last couple of days.  I must say I am a bit awed, it is not something I can do with any ease or even at all.  

But slowly we both remembered that she used to make up songs and poems and stories all the time, she would be constantly telling herself them under her breath when she was little, she was almost born doing it.  

Of course this was pre school, school destroyed her confidence because as she is dyslexic she could not write her ideas down and was pressured to produce work far beneath her abilities rather than provided with the support to work at the level of her ability.  So all that was almost lost in the mists of time, but not lost forever as you can see.

                          I love you

                          I Iove you 

                          You are perfect in every way
                          You are inspiring every day
                          You are bright enough to light the way
                          You are brilliant to this day

                          I love you

                          Sullen Angel

                          One day when I’m a grown
                          I will act all angelic
                          You’ll never see me nor
                          Any angel acting in a sullen way
                          But till that day 
                          I’ll just be me in every way!


                          Dogs dogs 
                          sleep all day
                          unless you have some 
                          time to play


                          I love you so so much 
                          that if I tried to measure it
                          I’d have to give up


                         The cold grips at me
                          In the chilly breeze
                          It seeps in through to the
                          Deepest core and even when the
                          Sun and heat come out it lingers
                          Dancing through me
                          Just that bit longer


                         Rose’s aren’t always red
                         But violet’s are blue
                         You may be sweet
                         I’ve never tasted you

                          English Working Man

                          I would climb a mountain
                          But I haven’t got the time

                          I would swim the channel 
                          But I haven’t got the time

                          I would run a marathon
                          But I haven’t got the time

                          I would go for a bike ride 
                          But I haven’t got the time

                          I would come and see you 
                          But I haven’t got the time

                          See I’m an english working man

                          Fish fish how do you have your baths

                          Fish fish
                          How do you have your baths
                          I have to admit I’m wondering
                          See while you’re in water I’m on land
                          So correct me if I am wrong
                          While I’m in water you are on land

                          Fish fish
                          How do you have your baths
                          I’ve been pondering and pondering
                          the cleanliness of you
                          I find it quite concerning 

                          Howling Howls

                          The humans howl all the time
                          Day and night
                          But when I discuss the latest news
                          With fellow canines
                          They make an awful fuss

                          Running round the garden
                          Excited creature they are
                          Interrupting my discussions
                          With their awful howling howls


                          You’re there for me always
                          Forever by my side
                          I never need to explain to you what exactly’s on my mind
                          But if I choose to anyway you never mind

                          So don’t forget that
                          When I say I love you
                          It’s as true as
                          The fact that
                          You are you

                          Silent Snores

                          Sitting in his usual spot upon the sofa
                          Sleeping silently with jaws parted
                          Ready for the snores to come
                          Though it is silent now 
                          As he sleeps on.

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