Irene Thompson - The Poetess 📄

Irene thompson 

Irene thompson was a famous poetess born in England in the 19th century. Her father was an English country gentleman. He helped his daughter to aquire an excellent classic education and possessing it considerable.
She always showed a remarkable preference for  arts,but especially for poetic art. Her contribution towards English literature is remarkable. She has written many poems especially for children's which include The town child, Rainy nights, A penny wish, Caravans feet, Secrete place, The country child, Welcome to spring, etc.

Some of the famous poems of her are 
Rainy Nights

• I like the town on rainy nights
• When everything is wet —
• When all the town has magic lights
• And streets of shining jet!
• When all the rain about the town
• Is like a looking-glass,
• And all the lights are upside down
• Below me as I pass.
• In all the pools are velvet skies,
• And down the dazzling street
• A fairy city gleams and lies
• In beauty at my feet.

The Town Child

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I live in the town

In a street;

It is crowded with traffic

And feet;

There are buses and motors

And trams;

I wish there were meadows

And lambs.

The houses all wait

In a row,

There is smoke everywhere

That I go.

I don't like the noises

I hear —

I wish there were woods

Very near.

There is only one thing

That I love,

And that is the sky

Far above,

There is plenty of room

In the blue

For castles of clouds

And me, too!

A Penny Wish

by Irene Thompson

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I wish I had an aeroplane

To fetch my oranges from Spain.

I wish I had a motor car

To ride in when I go too far.

I wish I had a little train

To go to town and home again.

And if I had a sailing boat

I'd use it with my sailor coat.

But what's the good of wanting any

When all I have is just a penny!

Secret Places

by Irene Thompson

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Nests well hidden,

Secret treasure —

Bird's black eyes are

Bright with pleasure.

Woods have many

Secret spaces;

Violet-scented,

Silent places.

Buds are cradles;

Leaves and flowers

Wake when called

By sun and showers.

Bees know where

The blossoms keep

Their sweetest secrets

Hidden deep.

After flying,

After roaming,

Swallows know

The way back — homing!

Welcome to Spring

by Irene Thompson

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I have heard a mother bird

Singing in the rain—

Telling all her little ones

Spring has come again!

I have seen a wave of green

Down a lovely lane—

Making all the hedges glad

Spring has come again!

I have found a patch of ground

Golden in the sun;

Crocuses are calling out

Spring has just begun!

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