M poem

  Deep in the night;    When all is still,    A moonbeam climbs the window-sill.   Over your bed;    It softly flies,    To see if sleep has closed your eyes.      A pinch of gold;    Some fairy land,    Is clasped within that moonbeam's hand.    And if by chance;    Your are not asleep,    It comes tip-toe on gentle feet.    To touch your eyes;   With golden beam,    And take you to the land of dreams . 

Enjoy this poem      My house is red - a little house     A happy child am I .     I laugh and play the whole day long.      I hardly ever cry.            I have a tree, a green, green tree,      To shade me from the sun;      And under it I often sit,      When all my play is done. 

   Opening Day!        Up with the sun       I'm on my way,            Rushing to my school,        It's the opening day !                Holidays are over        But I'm not at all sad.        Would you like to know         What makes me so glad ?         New shoes,  new bag,         My uniform is new;          New books, new class,          A new class-teacher too!          So everything is new          And that is really fine.          Yet, What's old, and goods as gold          Are the good old friends of mine!