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.
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!
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Dogs dogs
sleep all day
unless you have some
time to play
Love
I love you so so much
that if I tried to measure it
I’d have to give up
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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
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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
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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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