Monday, March 30, 2026
Fish Vocabulary
A Complaint by Rose Fyleman: Poem
(TESOL Worksheets--Poems ESL Listening)
Transcript: docs, pubVideo: HERE
A Complaint by Rose Fyleman: poem
Video: https://youtu.be/_xAzNyVbXcI
You’ve stolen all our mushrooms!
When friends come in to tea
In Fairyland it is the rule
To offer them a satin stool;
The grass is often very wet
And furniture is hard to get,
As you must all agree.
You've stolen all our mushrooms
And left not one behind.
If people came by night and day
And took your prettiest chairs away
And made them all into a stew
Without so much as thanking you,
Now would you call it kind ?
You've stolen all our mushrooms,
And, if you don't take care,
We'll go about the fields at night
And paint the toadstools brown and white,
And you'll be punished for your greed
By being very ill indeed
So you had best beware.
Sunday, March 29, 2026
Joseph Francis Burton A Better Life, by Lionel Shriver - book discussion
jim's books reading & stuff The NON-Fiction Book Tag
William's Library Netflix's '1983' Review
jim's books reading & stuff 1 min review: Daisy Jones and the Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid
Derek Green The Crusades.... An epic piece of history.
Bucky749 Book’em : BOOK’em : Sherlock homes and TMNT PICK UP
Saturday, March 28, 2026
Friday, March 27, 2026
Wednesday, March 25, 2026
The World Is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth: Poem
(TESOL Worksheets--Poems ESL Listening)
Transcript: docs, pubVideo: HERE
The World Is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth: poem
Video: https://youtu.be/4rdx5CjaOLg
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

