Susie The Cold Crow

There once was a crow and Susie was her name. But she was always cold and getting warm was her game.

She lived in an oak tree in the middle of a field. Her attempts to warm herself would never yield.

She was a busy crow with lots to do around the nest. Picking up sticks to keep it in shape and looking its best.

Flying off in search of sticks and shivering wildly. Something below caught her eye and she could make it out mildly.

It was an old woman on a bike with her basket full. Wool of every colour and not one of them dull.

Susie went about her business and came to a house. The trees in the garden were perfect for a feed of louse.

When suddenly the old woman cycled through the gate. She got off her bike and said "goodness I got home before late".

The old woman sat down on her fireside chair. She took two knitting needles out which were nesting in her hair.

Susie flew to the window and watched her knit a scarf so warm. Then felt the breeze of a cold winter storm.

She spread out her wings and jumped up into the breeze, When a sudden gust of wind blew her into the window and she began to freeze,

The woman looked up and said 'oh dear what was that noise?' She walked to the window and saw Susie in shock with wide eyes.

'You poor poor thing' said the old woman as she cradled Susie tight. She placed her in the basket and kept her there the night,

Relaxed and warm, Susie watched as the woman continued to knit. Glad of the company beside the chair on which she sit.

Susie was feeling much better the very next day. The woman brought her to the door to release her on her way.

But poor Susie began to shiver again. 

You're cold you poor thing, I have an idea then. 

The woman brought her back inside and placed her on the floor. 

She picked up a ball of blue wool and began to knit once more. 

The fire caused a warm orange glow on her kind face. 

She smiled as she knitted in her fireside place. 

She turned to the window and said "oh it is beginning to snow" 

When Susie saw the snowfall her worried face did show. 

She did not like the thought of going back out into that weather. 

It made her feel like all she had to stay warm was only one feather. 

But after an hour the ground outside was covered in white.  

The old woman held up a little blue jumper and said in delight,

"Oh this is perfect!" she cried with her cheeks so rosie. 

She put it on Susie and said "this will keep you cosy."

So outside she went to release her once more. 

Susie was now warmer than ever before. 

She spread out her wings and took off into the air. 

She turned to the old woman and said "thank you, take care" 

But to an old woman her words had just one flaw. 

As this was the sound of a crow which simply said "caw caw"

Now if you look up to the blue sky on a cold winters day. 

You'll see Susie flying in her warm blue jumper and hello you must say! 

The Scarecrow and The Moon

There once was a scarecrow as old as the hills. He lived in a field not far from wheat mills.
He stood there alone wishing night would come soon, for you see this little scarecrow had fallen in love with the moon.
"I wish I could be with the moon tonight, for I stand here all day hoping to catch a sight.
An old scarecrow am I, a perch for a cat. All I could give is the straw in my hat.
What would the moon see in someone like me? My clothes are raggy and dirty you see.
Not new and big and gleamingly bright, like the moon I see so full of light."

One stormy night a strong wind blew, it was harsh and scary and up the old scarecrow flew.
Up through the air he went twirling in surprise, flying through the sky like the birds and the flies.
When he landed again, he was shaken and dizzy. Then he looked up to the moon and she said "hello there, I'm Lizzy."

The little old scarecrow was now at the top of a hill. Closer to the moon than he ever will.

"I have watched you from afar from my lonely sky, not even the stars around can keep this tear from my eye.
I've longed to speak to you for so many years, but you could not hear me all I could see was your tears.
I asked the wind to do me a favour and take you to my side. So I could tell you I love you and be your moon bride."

The little old scarecrow did not know what to say, as this moon had now taken his breath entirely away.

"I have also loved you for years and didn't know you liked me too. I didn't know you'd like someone with raggy clothes and a hole in his shoe."

"That's perfect to me but sometimes I am not here, that is my flaw and I'm sorry my dear.
Sometimes I'm small and grow larger by day but I'll always shine in my own special way.

You must not miss me on the times I have to go away because in your scarecrow heart, my brightness will stay."


"I will love you this night and forever more. I will love you like no moon has ever been loved before.
Marry me tonight and make me your groom, for you in my heart there will always be room."

So they married that night and their love is so true, every night they spent together was happy not blue.

You're out there somewhere, you'll see this one day.

So I'll write to you now, then I'll be off on my way. 

When I look into your eyes, my heart begins to race

You make me truly happy, put the biggest smile on my face. 

I can't imagine life without you, a single day without your voice. 

If you asked to come somewhere with me, I'd say "you don't have a choice"

You're my best friend, the best I've ever known. 

Without your touch or gentle kiss, I'd forever feel alone. 

I long to see your perfect smile, whenever we're apart. 

But the lingering kiss I'll leave with you, can keep me in your heart. 

Alas I write this now, without you here by my lonely side. 

I'm unknown to you and you to me, so in the poem I will confide.  

We will meet one day and no love will we lack

For that road of life we'll together walk, and never look back. 

There once was a crow and Susie was her name. She was always cold and getting warm was her game. 

Susie lived in a pine tree in a nest up high. Her attempts to warm herself did make her sigh.

There once was an old woman who moved here from a place that made her frown.

This would be her first Christmas away from that loud busy town. 

Flying off for sticks and shivering wildly. Something below caught Susie's eye and she could make it out mildly.

It was an old woman on a bike with her basket full. Wool of every colour and not one of them dull.

Susie went about her business and came to a house. The garden trees were being decorated by a mouse.

When suddenly the old woman cycled through the gate. She got off her bike and said "goodness I got home before late".

The old woman sat down on her fireside chair. She took two knitting needles out which were nesting in her hair.

Susie flew to the window and watched her knit a scarf so warm. Then felt the breeze of a cold winter storm.

She spread out her wings and jumped up to fly 

but slipped on a leaf and didn't reach the sky. 

The woman looked up and said 'oh dear what was that noise?' She walked to the window and saw Susie with wide eyes.

'Poor thing' said the old woman as she cradled Susie tight. Then placed her in the basket to rest there for the night. 

Susie was feeling better the next day. The woman brought her to the door to release her on her way. 

But poor Susie began to shiver again. 

"You're cold!" said the old woman who had an idea just then. 

She brought her back inside and placed her on the floor. 

Then picked up two balls of wool and began to knit once more. 

Turning to the window she said "oh it's beginning to snow" 

When Susie saw the snowfall her worry did show. 

"My first Christmas here, I have snowfall and a guest.

I think this Christmas will be one of the best!"

After an hour the ground outside was covered in white.  

The old woman held up a little blue jumper with snowflakes so bright. 

"Oh this is perfect!" she cried with her cheeks so rosie. 

and put it on Susie saying "this will keep you cosy."

So outside she went to release her once more. 

Susie was now warmer than ever before. 

She spread out her wings and flew into the air. 

then turned to the old woman and said "thank you, take care" 

But to an old woman her words had just one flaw. 

As this was the sound of a crow which simply said "caw, caw"

Now if you look to the sky on a cold winter's day,

You might just see Susie and hello you must say. 

The Old Cobbler

There once lived a little old woman long ago. Grey haired, she wore raggy clothes and her feet did show.

She was walking along the road one cold afternoon, when suddenly she spotted beside a rusty spoon

An old leather shoe was thrown away. 'This shoe is lovely! I really must say!"

It was a left shoe, wrinkled and torn. 'I have a similar right shoe at home ready to be worn.'

This shoe had eyes among the laces. Yes shoes have eyes and a mouth, quite hidden faces.

He thought it odd that she thought he was useful. As he was thrown out for being withered and dull.

For an old woman who couldn't afford clothes. her feet were quite cold especially her toes.

She picked this shoe up and brought him home. Then placed it down beside the right shoe and around the house they would roam.

The old woman had left them on a table and went off for a bath. When she came back she found them both out on the path.

'How on earth did you get out here? Now, come with me and I'll make you look new and dear.'

What these old shoes did not know, was this old woman used to be a cobbler long ago.

This old poor woman once had a shoe shop in town, Before a cheaper shoe shop opened and closed her down.

Soon she was poor and moved to a cottage by the woods. She had to sell everything, yes all of her goods.

She placed the shoes on the dresser and took out some leather, This she had found lying in a ditch among some heather.

Sewing and hammering on new heels and soles, lacing and polishing and covering up the holes.

These shoes soon no longer looked old. They looked brand new and in any shop could be sold.

The next day the old woman wore them into town to try them out. She wore them with pride and a satisfied pout.

Everyone turned and admired this woman's foot wear. One lady stopped her and said 'forgive me I did not mean to stare.'

'I simply must ask you, I have nothing to lose. Where did you buy such beautiful shoes?'

'Oh, I didn't buy these dear, I found them thrown away.' Then she told her the story of how she mended them the previous day.

The lady was astonished at this old woman's skill. 'I have some shoes which need to be mended if you will?'

Soon everyone in town knew of this poor old woman and her talents for mending, she soon had piles of old shoes people were sending.

Shoes kept coming and and didn't seem to stop. So this poor old woman had to open a cobbling shop.

No longer poor now she knew it was because of the shoes she'd found. And each time they became worn, she mended them and wore them around.

There once was a spider as small as could be.
She lived at the base of an old oak tree.

Ellie was her name and in this woods she had grown.
In a small wooden hut which she called her own.

One dark eerie morning, Ellie awakened to a howl.
She went out for a look and on her face was a scowl.

'Batten down the hatches!' screamed Harry the Hedeghog running past.
'A storm is approaching, do what you can, it's coming fast!'

In a panic poor Ellie ran for some tools in the town.
A wooden hammer and some pegs to tie her home down.

I must stop my home from blowing deep into the woods.
It has been around since the oak tree's very first buds.

She got back to her house and found some rope inside.
Then threw it over the house and with the pegs down she tied,

The storm was now closer and Ellie's legs left the ground.
As the wind picked her up and threw her around.

She spun some web down to her house safely tied tight.
and pulled herself down and got over her fright.

The storm came fast and roared and howled all day,
Rain fell hard and her cosy twig hut kept it at bay.

The storm blew over and Ellie walked out to the sun.
It seemed a long time since she saw Harry the hedgehog run.

But all seemed ok, most homes were in tact with their latches,
For nobody would be be safe if Harry didn't shout 'Batten down the hatches'