Wednesday, 18 December 2013
My Mum had a great respect for the "Little people". Her stories about them weaved their way through our childhood.
On frosty mornings, she would look out of the window and say very convincingly "Jack Frost has been playing in the garden ". She made it sound as though he had a special magic wand that made the whole world glisten with silver.
She would read us poems that were like stories.
Just a few lines spring to mind at the moment:-
Look out, look out
Jack Frost is about
He's after our fingers and toes
This made getting dressed more fun
A poem by John P: Smeeton which is quite long so I' ll just write the first verse to give you the picture
Jack Frost is in the garden
I saw him there at dawn
He was dancing round the bushes
And prancing on the lawn
He had a cloak of silver
A hat all shimmering white
A wand of glittering star dust
And shoes of sunbeam light.
When Jack Frost has been about it is very important to wrap up really warm!