The Ancient Town of Leith
Ancient town of Leith, most wonderful to be seen,
With your many handsome buildings, and lovely links so green,
And the first buildings I may mention are the Courthouse and Town Hall,
Also Trinity House, and the Sailors’ Home of Call.
Then as for Leith Fort, it was erected in 1779, which is really grand,
And which is now the artillery headquarters in Bonnie Scotland;
And as for the Docks, they are magnificent to see,
They comprise five docks, two piers, 1,141 yards long respectively.
And there’s steamboat communication with London and the North of Scotland,
And the fares are really cheap and the accommodation most grand;
Then there’s many public works in Leith, such as flour mills,
And chemical works, where medicines are made for curing many ills.
Besides, there are sugar refineries and distilleries,
Also engineer works, saw-mills, rope-works, and breweries,
Where many of the inhabitants are daily employed,
And the wages they receive make their hearts feel overjoyed.
In past times Leith shared the fortunes of Edinboro’,
Because if withstood nine months’ siege, which caused them great sorrow;
They fought against the Protestants in 1559 and in ’60,
But they beat them back manfully and made them flee.
Then there’s Bailie Gibson’s fish shop, most elegant to be seen,
And the fish he sells there are, beautiful and clean;
And for himself, he is a very good man,
And to deny it there’s few people can.
The suburban villas of Leith are elegant and grand,
With accommodation that might suit the greatest lady in the land;
And the air is pure and good for the people’s health,
And health, I’m sure, is better by far than wealth.
The Links of Leith are beautiful for golfers to play,
After they have finished the toils of the day;
It is good for their health to play at golf there,
On that very beautiful green, and breathe the pure air.
The old town of Leith is situated at the junction of the River of Leith,
Which springs from the land of heather and heath;
And no part in the Empire is growing so rapidly,
Which the inhabitants of Leith are right glad to see.
And Leith in every way is in itself independent,
And has been too busy to attend to its own adornment;
But I venture to say and also mention
That the authorities to the town will pay more attention.
Ancient town of Leith, I must now conclude my muse,
And to write in praise of thee my pen does not refuse,
Because the inhabitants to me have been very kind,
And I’m sure more generous people would be hard to find.
They are very affable in temper and void of pride,
And I hope God will always for them provide;
May He shower His blessings upon them by land and sea,
Because they have always been very kind to me.
The General
“Good-morning, good-morning!” the General said
When we met him last week on our way to the line.
Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of ’em dead,
And we’re cursing his staff for incompetent swine.
“He’s a cheery old card,” grunted Harry to Jack
As they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack.But he did for them both by his plan of attack.
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EXHIBITION: Children’s Books
International Exhibition of Children’s Books
(more…)Stop telling us of war and destruction,
The children cry out
Across the boundaries
That adults establish.
And they press gloriously on
Into the uncharted future,
Creating again what the other
So mercilessly ruined.Jella Lepman and Her Library of Dreams
Why are grownups always right?
From The Books of Whys
I’m of the opinion –
Please attend to my song –
That “grownups” are always right
Except for when they’re wrong…
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Sea-Fever
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by.
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls crying.I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Poem of the week: Sea-Fever by John Masefield
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My Bed Is a Boat
My bed is like a little boat;
Nurse helps me in when I embark;
She girds me in my sailor’s coat
And starts me in the dark.
At night I go on board and say
Good-night to all my friends on shore;
I shut my eyes and sail away
And see and hear no more.
And sometimes things to bed I take,
As prudent sailors have to do;
Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,
Perhaps a toy or two.
All night across the dark we steer;
But when the day returns at last,
Safe in my room beside the pier,
I find my vessel fast.
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A Bridge of Children’s Books
by Jella Lepman
Stop telling us of war and destruction,
The children cry out
Across the boundaries
That adults establish.
And they press gloriously on
Into the uncharted future,
Creating again what the other
So mercilessly ruined.
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The Animals’ Conference
The Animals’ Conference (Die Konferenz der Tiere) by Erich Kästner
Animated film by Curt Linda
Since human beings have proved themselves apparently incapable of living in peace, a number of animals who have been rescued from a circus decide it is time to take a stand. They call an animal conference, where children are the guests of honor and treated with utmost care. But when the conference’s call for peace falls on deaf ears, the animals decide to act. Overnight, all the children in the world disappear – hidden by the animals until the governments come to their senses. Erich Kästner wrote his fable in 1949 after his experience in World War II. Curt Linda’s film adaptation was West Germany’s first feature-length animated film in color.
The Conference of the Animals (1969)
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