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My Sparrow Gran

Discussion in 'Primary' started by Hummerston, Nov 20, 2011.

  1. Hummerston

    Hummerston New commenter

    Hello all you clever people out there! Can anyone point me in the right direction of the poem- My Sparrow Gran- ? I've searched on google but no luck!
    Thanking you in advance!
     
  2. Hummerston

    Hummerston New commenter

    Hi Irulan, Thanks for that, but I was hoping for a paper copy- one that I could cut and paste.
    Thanks again
     
  3. I typed this from the recording when I did this last year



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    My sparrow gran is a singing one,



    Busy and tidy and brown, bright
    eyed,


    She chirrups and chats, she
    scurries and darts.


    She picks up the bits that
    clutter her nest


    And when evening comes, when all
    her works done,


    I bring her my book and sit on
    her lap,


    Snug in her arms, that are
    feather down warm.



     
  4. Hummerston

    Hummerston New commenter

    Thank you so much! That is exactly what I was looking for. It is a brilliant poem- I love her Grandpa one too.
    Thanks again
     

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