27 July 2008

Dedicated to Gustavo

I Wrote This Little Poem

I wrote this little poem.
It was so much fun to write
that I scribbled through the afternoon,
the evening, and the night.

When the morning sun was rising
and the sky was growing light,
I went searching for some breakfast
but no breakfast was in sight.
(If you've ever needed breakfast
then you'll understand my plight.)
I was feeling fairly famished
so, although it isn't right,
I picked up this little poem
and I took a tiny bite.
It was utterly delicious!
It was such a sheer delight
that I nibbled through the afternoon,
the evening, and the night.

When the morning sun was rising
and the sky was growing light,
I went searching for this poem
but no poem was in sight.
So I wrote it down again and
it was so much fun to write
that I scribbled through the afternoon,
the evening, and the night.

If you think you know what happened next,
I think you may be right.

Kenn Nesbitt

Dear Gustavo: I know you love poetry. Next year you may start writing your poems in English. Laura will be a great help and she will be very proud. Happy Summer Holidays, Gustavo!

6 comments:

CMP said...

I loved it. Certainly, Gustavo will like, too!

Pitucha said...
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Pitucha said...

I'll try to translate it to give it to Gustavo. Let's see if I'm so able as to keep the soul of it!

Laura Lara said...

I can’t write in English. Well, I could if I knew how. Indeed I ought to, as I am learning it for quite some time now. But the truth is that I don’t need it very much. In fact my aunt Pitucha translates the poems, my grandmother writes what I ask her and finally my aunt ant Mada and all her ant friends can always help me. Can’t they?
My name is Gustavo and I’m almost ten (I’ll be tomorrow).
I am so happy to have a post dedicated to me. Thank you very much. Lots of kisses.
Here is the poem:

Escrevi este pequeno poema.
E foi tão divertido
Que escrevi de tarde e de noite,
Até ter adormecido

Quando o sol estava a nascer
E o dia a clarear
Quis o pequeno-almoço
Mas não o consegui encontrar
(Também já te aconteceu?
Então sabes do que estou a falar).

Estava com alguma fome
E, não sendo coisa minha,
Peguei neste pequeno poema
E dei-lhe uma dentadinha.

Estava tão delicioso
Tão bem que ele sabia!
Que estive a petiscar
Toda a noite e todo o dia.

Quando o sol estava a nascer
E o dia a clarear,
Quis este pequeno poema
Mas não o consegui encontrar.

Escrevi-o outra vez
E foi tão divertido,
Que escrevi de tarde e de noite
Até ter adormecido.

Adivinhaste o que aconteceu a seguir?
Estou certa de teres conseguido.

CMP said...
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Armanda said...

Hello Gustavo. I´m Armanda and I am thirty-six.