POEMS ARE GREAT
MOTHER in Guadelupian by Pascal Jarvis for 6e Karacoli, 4e Carbet and 4e Mapou 2014-215, Sat 30 05 15
MOTHER
mofwaz an gwadloupéyen
(Pascal Jarvis)
on ti mofwaz an gwadloupéyen ba zélèv a 6yèm èvè 4yèm an-mwen
An fè chwa travay papòt a mo anglé-la : mother
M sé pou milyon biten-la ou ban-mwen la
O pou enki di-w an enmé tidousè a kè a-w
T sé pou pléré ou pléré pou té pé sa lévé-mwen
H sé pou di-w konsa kè a-w fèt é pibèl lò ki ni
E pou di-w ankijan zyé a-w ka kléré èvè lanmou-dousin
R sé rézon davwa ou toujou ni rézon, an zyé an-mwen
Sanblé tout sé lèt-la é yo ka vin ba-w: MOTHER
Kivédi MANMAN
Bèl tijou a manman ba-w manman doudou !
O = only = enki
T = tears = dlo-pléré
H = heart = kè
E = eyes = zyé
R = right (be...) = rézon, ni rézon
MOTHER by Howard Johnson, adapted by Pascal Jarvis, 26 05 15
MOTHER
by Howard Johnson (1915)
modified by Pascal Jarvis
M is for the million things you gave me
O means only that you are so sweet
T is for the tears that you shed to bring me up
H is for your heart of purest gold
E is for your eyes with love-light shining
R means right and right you'll always be
Put all the letters together and they spell
MOTHER
MOTHERS an adaptation of Howard Johnson's poem by Pascal Jarvis 26 05 15
MOTHER
by Howard Johnson (1915)
modified by Pascal Jarvis
M is for the million things you gave me
O means only that you are so sweet
T is for the tears that you shed to bring me up
H is for your heart of purest gold
E is for your eyes with love-light shining
R means right and right you'll always be
MY GARDEN AND I (By 6e MANIOC 13-14 and P.Jarvis) 23 05 14
MY GARDEN AND I
(By 6e MANIOC 13-14)
I have a garden.
In my garden,
There are a lot of flowers.
There are golden trumpets.
There are yellow candles.
There are paper flowers.
There are lots, lots, lots of flowers.
There are also tail flowers,
There are heliconias, plumbagos and sage
There are…, there are…, there are…
Moses flowers, hisbiscus and Christ thorns.
I love my dear garden and
I’m sure he loves me too.
He sure loves me
Dearly…
THE BABY'S DANCE by Ann TAYLOR, PJ 01 04 13
THE BABY'S DANCE
by Ann TAYLOR
Dance, little baby, dance up high,
Never mind baby, mother is by;
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There little baby, there you go:
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backwards and forwards, round and round.
Then dance, little baby, and mother shall sing,
With the merry gay coral, ding, ding, a-ding, ding.