I love Morris Dancing

I love Morris dancing

I practise all the time

We all love the dresses

They’re full of glitz and shine

We don’t need banners or Balloons

Because everyone knows we’re great

And St. Luke's winning all the time

Is definitely not fate

We go out there each week

And do the best we can

Pat is our trainer who does the dresses

And Jimmy is our man

Kathy sells the sweets and stuff

Ann-Marie is a judge

The tambourine is for moving people

And telling them where to budge

The shakers are for fashion

And you feel like a star

When people clap and cheer 

If you try you’ll go far

You are always safe at St. Luke's

And you have more than one mate

So why don’t you come along

Because Morris dancing’s great!

Poem by Rebecca Bedson - Novice Leader, 2001

The Forest Speaks

I am the eyes of the forest

I feel someone walk on my grounds

I feel the beat of the feet.

I wave my fingers in the breeze

I see and feel the dragonfly fly

Over my head.

I look out for my friends

I take a drink when the river flows

And the sky moves from blue to red

I will keep my home.

These look like grasshoppers

Why are they here?

I want to escape, is panther near?

Now they’ve gone - the forest is still

Oh so still!

Poem by Lyndsey Gordon (12)