AnonyMouse_1999 Posted January 12, 2011 Share Posted January 12, 2011 Hi you lovely people Grovelling apolgies for asking but I have spent ages and ages searching the forum for a poem and I know it is here somewhere It's about a little boy at school who wants to paint and gets excited but is told to wait to be shown how to paint, there are a few verses - I think it's really sad as he ends up at a new school and waiting to be told how to paint. If anyone know the one i mean and can point me in the right direction I would be eternally grateful, it's not through a lack of hunting effort on my part honestly!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnonyMouse_13453 Posted January 12, 2011 Share Posted January 12, 2011 I know the one you mean! I'll hunt too Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnonyMouse_1999 Posted January 12, 2011 Author Share Posted January 12, 2011 I know the one you mean! I'll hunt too It's driving me crazy!! I just can't find it and if you manage it I will........... send you the biggest bunch of virtual flowers!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnonyMouse_13453 Posted January 12, 2011 Share Posted January 12, 2011 (edited) post 5 But there's a bit more I think, about him changing schools and finding a better teacher - I'll keep looking!!! Edited January 12, 2011 by Cait Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnonyMouse_1999 Posted January 12, 2011 Author Share Posted January 12, 2011 WOW that was record breking searching and THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH as promised ...... PS Did I dream a different ending to the poem? I thought he moved schools and at his first art lesson he stood and waited but the teacher wondered why he hadn't 'done his own thing' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnonyMouse_1999 Posted January 12, 2011 Author Share Posted January 12, 2011 lesson of the day ... I must learn to read a post fully before replying!!! I just saw 'post 5' and went there!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnonyMouse_25331 Posted January 12, 2011 Share Posted January 12, 2011 Once a little boy went to school. He was quite a little boy And it was quite a big school. But when the little boy Found that he could go to his room By walking right in from the door outside He was happy; And the school did not seem Quite so big anymore. One morning When the little boy had been in school awhile, The teacher said: "Today we are going to make a picture." "Good!" thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw. But the teacher said, "Wait!" "It is not time to begin!" And she waited until everyone looked ready. "Now," said the teacher, "We are going to make flowers." "Good!" thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said "Wait!" "And I will show you how." And it was red, with a green stem. "There," said the teacher, "Now you may begin." The little boy looked at his teacher's flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher's But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher's. It was red, with a green stem. On another day When the little boy had opened The door from the outside all by himself, The teacher said: "Today we are going to make something with clay." "Good!" thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay. But the teacher said, "Wait!" "It is not time to begin!" And she waited until everyone looked ready. "Now," said the teacher, "We are going to make a dish." "Good!" thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes. But the teacher said "Wait!" "And I will show you how." And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. "There," said the teacher, "Now you may begin." The little boy looked at the teacher's dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher's But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher's. It was a deep dish. And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn't make things of his own anymore. Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school. This school was even bigger Than the other one. And there was no door from the outside Into his room. He had to go up some big steps And walk down a long hall To get to his room. And the very first day He was there, The teacher said: "Today we are going to make a picture." "Good!" thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn't say anything. She just walked around the room. When she came to the little boy She asked, "Don't you want to make a picture?" "Yes," said the lttle boy. "What are we going to make?" "I don't know until you make it," said the teacher. "How shall I make it?" asked the little boy. "Why, anyway you like," said the teacher. "And any color?" asked the little boy. "Any color," said the teacher. "If everyone made the same picture, And used the same colors, How would I know who made what, And which was which?" "I don't know," said the little boy. .And he began to make pink and orange and blue flowers. He liked his new school, Even if it didn't have a door Right in from the outside! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted January 12, 2011 Share Posted January 12, 2011 I think I've been attending the Childminder drop-in at the CC attached to the first school............. (I don't go anymore, honest!) Nona Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnonyMouse_13453 Posted January 12, 2011 Share Posted January 12, 2011 That's the one nona - you get the flowers! haha Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnonyMouse_1999 Posted January 12, 2011 Author Share Posted January 12, 2011 Once a little boy went to school.He was quite a little boy And it was quite a big school. But when the little boy Found that he could go to his room By walking right in from the door outside He was happy; And the school did not seem Quite so big anymore. One morning When the little boy had been in school awhile, The teacher said: "Today we are going to make a picture." "Good!" thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw. But the teacher said, "Wait!" "It is not time to begin!" And she waited until everyone looked ready. "Now," said the teacher, "We are going to make flowers." "Good!" thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said "Wait!" "And I will show you how." And it was red, with a green stem. "There," said the teacher, "Now you may begin." The little boy looked at his teacher's flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher's But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher's. It was red, with a green stem. On another day When the little boy had opened The door from the outside all by himself, The teacher said: "Today we are going to make something with clay." "Good!" thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay. But the teacher said, "Wait!" "It is not time to begin!" And she waited until everyone looked ready. "Now," said the teacher, "We are going to make a dish." "Good!" thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes. But the teacher said "Wait!" "And I will show you how." And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. "There," said the teacher, "Now you may begin." The little boy looked at the teacher's dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher's But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher's. It was a deep dish. And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn't make things of his own anymore. Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school. This school was even bigger Than the other one. And there was no door from the outside Into his room. He had to go up some big steps And walk down a long hall To get to his room. And the very first day He was there, The teacher said: "Today we are going to make a picture." "Good!" thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn't say anything. She just walked around the room. When she came to the little boy She asked, "Don't you want to make a picture?" "Yes," said the lttle boy. "What are we going to make?" "I don't know until you make it," said the teacher. "How shall I make it?" asked the little boy. "Why, anyway you like," said the teacher. "And any color?" asked the little boy. "Any color," said the teacher. "If everyone made the same picture, And used the same colors, How would I know who made what, And which was which?" "I don't know," said the little boy. .And he began to make pink and orange and blue flowers. He liked his new school, Even if it didn't have a door Right in from the outside! THANK YOU sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much I really really appreciate it and nice to know I wasn't dreaming about how the poem ended! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnonyMouse_13453 Posted January 12, 2011 Share Posted January 12, 2011 That's right! That was the one I was searching for - I wonder - can we lock it somewhere on the forum, it does seem to be a frequently referred to one! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Steve Posted January 13, 2011 Share Posted January 13, 2011 We used to have a category in the resource library for poems and motivational content but it seems that got taken off with the re-organisation a year or two ago. I'll make another one and put it there. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnonyMouse_25331 Posted January 13, 2011 Share Posted January 13, 2011 THANK YOU sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much I really really appreciate it and nice to know I wasn't dreaming about how the poem ended! Always brings a lump to my throat when I read it!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted January 13, 2011 Share Posted January 13, 2011 A lump in my throat too Lovely poem Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnonyMouse_32166 Posted January 13, 2011 Share Posted January 13, 2011 The poem comes from a book which is really good full of things like that it is called Chicken soup for the soul by Jack Canfield and mark Victor Hansen (stories that restore your faith in human nature) they also do chicken soup for the teachers soul among others Another good one from the book is: All I Ever Really Needed to Know I Learned in Kindergarten - by Robert Fulghum Most of what I really need to know about how to live, and what to do, and how to be, I learned in Kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sandbox at nursery school. These are the things I learned: Share everything. Play fair. Don't hit people. Put things back where you found them. Clean up your own mess. Don't take things that aren't yours. Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody. Wash your hands before you eat. Flush. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. Live a balanced life. Learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work some every day. Take a nap every afternoon. When you go out into the world, watch for traffic, hold hands, and stick together. Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the plastic cup. The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that. Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the plastic cup - they all die. So do we. And then remember the book about Dick and Jane and the first word you learned, the biggest word of all: LOOK . Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation, ecology and politics and sane living. Think of what a better world it would be if we all - the whole world - had cookies and milk about 3 o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankets for a nap. Or if we had a basic policy in our nation and other nations to always put things back where we found them and clean up our own messes. And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together. Emma :-) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted January 15, 2011 Share Posted January 15, 2011 Emma - that made me cry! But oh how true! x Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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