Right up at the end of our street there is a great big hill
Where right upon the very top a lovely house stood still
Where flowers grow all round about and trees grow strong and tall
And Mrs Hannah waits for us when we all come to call
Mrs Hanna’s really nice and loves to show us things
Frogs in the pond and nests in the trees where chicks have tiny wings
She seems to be always cooking the smells are far too nice
She smiles at us and we can taste anything in a trice!
There’s always fairy cakes in Spring with icing and sprinkles bright
And home made soup for Winter’s chills with muffins to delight
In Autumn there are toffee apples all sticky and so much fun
And in Summer there are icy-poles that melt in the really hot sun
Her driveway is so very long and very steep indeed
On either side are flowers beneath the huge old trees
In summer it is shady there beneath the huge old boughs
Where we can play hide and seek and dream for hours and hours
When autumn comes the leaves all turn from green to red and brown
Then the wind blows high and the wind blows low till they all fall to the ground
Then we can play on crisp sunny days among the crinkly leaves
To scuff in them and throw them high and pretend that we are trees
The Winter rain falls cold and wet soaking all around
Gumboots splash through puddles deep and slosh through muddy ground
Water flows right down the drive like a river to the sea
We watch it all from the window seat before we go to tea
Then spring time comes the flowers bloom and all the birdies sing
And Dad made us a billy cart that had a bell to ring
So off we went right to the top where the little house stood still
And with a whoop we all took flight down Mrs Hannah’s hill!
This was my first poem ever and my first attempt at a children’s book. I wrote it in an hour while the children were in the court playing with said Mrs Hannah and billy cart and I was guarding the freshly mopped kitchen floor as it was drying.
Mrs Hannah was the children’s favourite teacher at the Puckapunyal Army Base primary school in the late 80’s. She had a house at the top of the court and the kid’s newly made billy cart running down her drive and out through the court prompted the poem.
The things she did with the children in this poem, she did for real in her spare time and my son still remembers her with affection some 20 years on. Oh to be a teacher loved like she!
Later my girlfriend’s daughter [10yo at the time] painted me the most amazing pictures to match this story and I will try to post them at a later date.
I took this to the local primary school and the teachers there were happy to allow me to read it to every class and the pupils gave me a book report in return.
I submitted these with a copy of my story and pictures to 10 publishers but was regrettably turned down.
I will try again when I know the right avenues to take.
You never know I could be the next Mem Fox with the next “Magic Pudding” ….. lol yeah right!
Read it to your kids [if you have any] and enjoy :o)