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An Agricultural Show

 

 

Recently we visited one of those cheerful gatherings known as an Agricultural Show.  The day was fine and warm, the birds sang merrily, and a faint breeze whispered amongst the trees.  Slowly, and in the best of spirits, we wended our way through picturesque (though inconspicuous) little villages till at last we neared our destination.

 

On approaching the show we heard the shrill whinney of a horse, followed by the grunt of a pig. Within a few minutes we had paid the entrance fee and, on discovering that the parade of prize-winning cattle was about to take place, found a good viewpoint and waited.

 

Round and round the ring they marched  -  cows, bulls, pigs and calves, a truly magnificent sight on that fine summer's day.  At the end of the "procession" were some little calves which won a round of applause all to themselves.  Once this had finished the ring was cleared so that the stands could be put up for the horse-jumping.  Whilst this was going on we discovered, in another part of the field, a dog show just about to begin.  All sorts and sizes of dogs were there, ranging; from Golden Labradors basking in the sunshine, to fluffy little "pekes" busily preening themselves.  After the dog show we watched the horse-jumping.

 

My last impressions of the show were of the many different animal sounds  -  of the horses, cattle and the dogs. So ended my first, and I hope not my last, visit to a country agricultural show.

 

JUDITH STOTT, 2M.

 

 

 

The Highway Tramp
As I walked along the Highway,
A tramp, nowhere to go,
Came walking down the pathway,
His step so weary and slow.
And as we stopped by the wayside
To rest and chat for a while,
I saw his old eyes wander
To the green hedge and the stile,
And he said to me in a whisper :
I could sit here all the day
And listen to the birds that sing,
And watch them all at play ;
But I must he on my travels,
Once more to roam the way,
Yet I'll never forget our meeting,
On the Great Highway.
  SYLVIA HIBBERSON, 2M.

 

 

The Months of the Year

In January, snowflakes fall,
Upon the roofs and chimneys (all.
February is dull and damp
And through the rain we have to tramp.
Bluff, jolly March brings winds and gales,
That whistle and whirl o'er hills and dales.
April brings sunshine and showers,
To prepare the way for sweet May flowers.
The birds' sweet songs fill the air,
And fair May Queens their crowns do wear.
Comes June, that brings us much delight,
With bright sunshine and Midsummer Night.
July brings holidays and fun.
And o'er the yellow sands we run.
August starts the harvesting,
Give thanks to God for everything.
September brings Summer's close,
October comes next as everyone knows.
From the trees leaves tumble down,
And change their coats from green to brown.
November is the month of fogs,
And bonfires burn Guy Fawkes and logs.
December rings with bells and cheer,
Bringing Heaven and Earth so near,
With peace, goodwill, our hearts do blend,
This special month is the year's glad end.
  MARGARET HALLETT, 1Y.