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A journey in books

As a child I loved to read, and so as national poetry day is here this is my little dedication to reading and the importance of reading to little kid’s

A journey in books 

I love the taste of gingerbread cause of a little man

I flew above the roof tops in search of Peter pan

 I followed little babes when lost in scary wood

I carried bow and arrow‘s to be like Robin hood

 I shouted Rumpelstiltskin‘s name,a hundred times at least

I realized that love was blind when beauty kissed the beast

I tried to tell the emperor that he had nothing on

I cried when ugly duckling became a graceful swan

I didn’t like that princess who fused about a pea

I sailed with owl and pussy cat,when they were all at sea

I thought that little Goldilocks in fact was rather rude

i faced a wolf to help a girl, her name, red riding hood

I feared when old sly fox put red hen upon his back

I climbed a giant’s beanstalk, and met a lad named Jack

I danced with Cinderella before she left the ball

I always knew dear snow white was the fairest of them all

I prayed those little piggies wouldn’t open up their door

I couldn’t sleep for beauty,for all she done was snore

I tried to walk with puss in boots,to get to London town

I called up to Rapunzel,as hair came tumbling down

and every friend I’ve spoke of, i met within a page

and grew to love each one of them,when i was just your age

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The garden of the dead

Welcome to my blog,and thanks for stopping by.My name is Eliza Keating,I liive in Scotland with my two children.My son Dominic is 22 and my daughter Ellis is 7.I havw a day job that pays the bills as a mental health nurse but my passion is writing.I fulfilled  my dream by having my kid’s book folk of feodora’s lane publised last year and from there my passion has grown

 I am a published poet and kid’s author,thank you so much for looking over my work.Eliza Keating

 The garden of the dead  

Some tranquil summer nights I’m led

to walk the garden of the dead.To wonder in this bone filled yard

that others simply disregard.

I stroll amongst the sacred grounds
see ancient graves,and newest mounds.

My eyes see rich men’s marble stones
protects their once loved precious bones.

Aside a cross marked  paupers grave
no wealth he shows,for soul to save.

Stand hushed at ground where infants sleep
were husbands hold own wives that weep.

And peace at last their rifles down
the brave who fought for land or crown.

Are free from war and pain and fears
I shed for them some mortal tears.

My warmest thoughts to each I give
but know my time on earth must live.

So promise as I walk away
the fullest life will live each day

© eliza 2010

A journey in books

As a child I loved to read, and so as world book day approaches this is my little dedication to reading and the importance of reading to little kid’s

A journey in books 
I love the taste of gingerbread cause of a little man
I flew above the roof tops in search of Peter pan I followed little babes when lost in scary wood
I carried bow and arrow‘s to be like Robin hood I shouted Rumpelstiltskin‘s name,a hundred times at least 
I realized that love was blind when beauty kissed the beastI tried to tell the emperor that he had nothing on
I cried when ugly duckling became a graceful swanI didn’t like that princess who fused about a pea
I sailed with owl and pussy cat,when they were all at sea

I thought that little Goldilocks in fact was rather rude
i faced a wolf to help a girl, her name, red riding hood

I feared when old sly fox put red hen upon his back
I climbed a giant’s beanstalk, and met a lad named Jack

I danced with Cinderella before she left the ball
I always knew dear snow white was the fairest of them all

I prayed those little piggies wouldn’t open up their door
I couldn’t sleep for beauty,for all she done was snore

I tried to walk with puss in boots,to get to London town
I called up to Rapunzel,as hair came tumbling down

and every friend I’ve spoke of, i met within a page
and grew to love each one of them,when i was just your age