TEACHER - P.Sheshadri

In the halls of learning, I have toiled these years
And hourly sought to draw the youthful mind
To love of knowledge urging it to find
The highest joy in books;

No haunting fears of fruitless work have chilled my soul
and sneers have not become my endeavours;

No kind of wavering faith, I trust will ever blind
My eyes to bliss in this task appears
But then what guerdon do i seek for all this work?

If once some pupil toiling hard
Will find the rapture of Master's world,
And pausing gratefully my name recall
Tracing his joy, in part , to what he heard
And learnt from me - it'll be rich reward!!

The Turtle

There was a little turtle; 
he lived in a box.

He swam in a puddle;
he climbed on the rocks. 

He snapped at a mosquito;
he snapped at a flew. 
He snapped at a minnow;
he snapped at me. 

He caught the mosquito; 
he caught the flea.
He caught the minnow;
but he didn’t catch me!

The Miller of The Dee

There dwelt a miller, hale and bold,
Beside the river Dee;
He worked and sang from morn till night -
No lark more blithe than he;
And this the burden of his song
Forever used to be:
"I envy nobody - no, not I -
And nobody envies me!"

"Thou'rt wrong, my friend," said good King Hal,
"As wrong as wrong can be;
For could my heart be light as thine,
I'd gladly change with thee.
And tell me now, what makes thee sing,
With voice so loud and free,
While I am sad, though I am king,
Beside the river Dee?"

The miller smiled and doffed his cap,
"I earn my bread," quoth he;
"I love my wife, I love my friend,
I love my children three;
I owe no penny I can not pay,
I thank the river Dee,
That turns the mill that grinds the corn
That feeds my babes and me."

"Good friend," said Hall, and sighed the while,
"Farewell, and happy be;
But say no more, if thou'dst be true,
That no one envies thee;
Thy mealy cap is worth my crown,
Thy mill my kingdom's fee;
Such men as thou are England's boast,
O miller of the Dee!

The Rhyme

For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.