Buckingham Palace Alan Alexander Milne They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace – Christopher Robin went down with Alice. Alice is marrying one of the guard. A soldier’s life is terrible hard, Says Alice. They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace – Christopher Robin went down with...
Politeness Alan Alexander Milne If people ask me, I always tell them: Quite well, thank you, I’m very glad to say. If people ask me, I always answer, Quite well, thank you, how are you to-day? I always answer, I always tell them, If they...
If I Were King Alan Alexander Milne If only I were King of France, I wouldn’t brush my hair for aunts. I think, if I were King of Greece, I’d push things off the mantelpiece. If I were King of Norroway, I’d ask an elephant...
The Morning Walk Alan Alexander Milne When Anne and I go out a walk, We hold each other’s hand and talk Of all the things we mean to do When Anne and I are forty-two. And when we’ve thought about a thing, Like bowling hoops...
Happiness Alan Alexander Milne John had Great Big Waterproof Boots on; John had a Great Big Waterproof Hat; John had a Great Big Waterproof Mackintosh — And that (Said John) Is That.
Hoppity Alan Alexander Milne Christopher Robin goes Hoppity, hoppity, Hoppity, hoppity, hop. Whenever I tell him Politely to stop it, he Says he can’t possibly stop. If he stopped hopping, He couldn’t go anywhere, Poor little Christopher Couldn’t go anywhere… That’s why he always goes...
Sailing Barges off Southend Adrian Green Drifting on a tide from long ago, They swing at anchor silently Wreathed in early morning mist, Like ghosts grown mellow with antiquity. With names like Gladys, Will and Edith May Heroic legends motionless on ancient bows, They are...
Walking on the Estuary Hill Adrian Green The curlew and the heron call, the hissing mud and whispering wings beat eery through the idle air until the moonlit midnight silence falls and then the tide flows softly through the gut and sluice of estuary sands...
Luna Lake Haiku Adrian Green New moon on the lake. Your voice and the nightingale serenade springtime. Full moon on the lake. Your voice and the waterbirds celebrate summer. Old moon on the lake. Owls hunting autumnal food your voice still singing.
Pink Champagne (for Digby Fairweather) Adrian Green Not blues in twelve but there is joy and pink champagne, the maker”s music trading eights in syncopated synergy from Dixieland to Rock “n” Roll, and here the cornet-master leads in tones a trumpet cannot blow. The sidemen...
