This is my new writing place - a wooden arbour tucked away at the back of the garden. My fascination with words started when I was very young and my mother taught me to recite poetry. The first poem I ever learnt went like this:
Old Wood gave me some wood and said would I carry the wood through the wood. And Wood said if I would he would give me the wood, and if Wood said he would, Wood would!
This showed me the importance of punctuation and intonation when reading out loud, and demonstrated how words could be spelt differently even when they sounded exactly the same.
The other poem that I have never forgotten was even more prosaic.
It was a dark and stormy night
And the rain came down in torrents
And the Captain said to the mate
'Bill - spin us a yarn'
So Bill began...
It was a dark and stormy night
And the rain came down in torrents
And the Captain said to the mate
'Bill - spin us a yarn'
So Bill began...
I'm still waiting to hear how it ends...
