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• 'Ode to Autumn' by John Keats

  Mon 29 Sep 2014

  SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
  Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
  Conspiring with him how to load and bless
  With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
  To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,	5
  And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
  To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
  With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
  And still more, later flowers for the bees,
  Until they think warm days will never cease;	10
  For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
  Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
  Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
  Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
  Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;	15
  Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
  Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
  Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers:
  And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
  Steady thy laden head across a brook;	20
  Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
  Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
  Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
  Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
  While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day	25
  And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
  Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
  Among the river-sallows, borne aloft
  Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
  And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;	30
  Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
  The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
  And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

• PARENTS' QUESTIONNAIRES

  Fri 19 Sep 2014 Jack Russell
  Please don't forget to fill in your questionnaires and hand them in at school.  Your opinion is vital to our improvement.  Thanks.  Mr. R.