English for Life Reader Grade 6 Home Language. Lynne Southey
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He can swim, crawl or propel himself
With a jerky jet-like motion
His suction cups taste what they touch
He’s gloomily shaped like a shroud
He has no bones and his mouth is a beak
He changes colour and squirts ink clouds
Eight arms, two gills and three hearts
What an unbelievably strange thing
The octopus, that gliding sea creature
Who has blue blood like a king.
Building a skyscraper
J.S. Tippett
They’re building a skyscraper
Near our street
Its height will be nearly
One thousand feet.
It covers completely
A city block.
They drilled its foundation
Through solid rock.
They made its framework
Of great steel beams
With riveted joints
And welded seams.
A swarm of workmen
Strain and strive
Like busy bees
In a honeyed hive
Building the skyscraper
Into the air
While crowds of people
Stand and stare
Higher and higher
The tall towers rise
Like Jacob’s ladder
Into the skies.
Grandfather
W. Mubonwa
See him every morning,
Sitting in the sunshine,
Puffing the old pipe,
Humming an old tune,
Waiting for his breakfast.
He loves everything old.
He says he had his time.
Claims to be wise.
Is prepared to give advice.
He talks of past wars.
Compares past and present culture.
His enemy is a bath.
His companion is his pipe.
When it is mid-day,
He takes a pinch of snuff,
And his best friend, beer.
A few minutes later he snores.
Till next morning.
The cruel boy
Anonymous
There was cruel naughty boy,
Who sat upon the shore,
A-catching little fishes by
The dozen and the score.
And as they squirmed and wriggled there,
He shouted out with glee,
‘You surely cannot want to live,
You’re little-er than me.’
Just then with a malicious leer,
And a capacious smile,
Before him from the water deep
There rose a crocodile.
He eyed the little naughty boy,
Then heaved a blubbering sigh,
And said, ‘You cannot want to live,
You’re little-er than I.’
The fishes squirm and wriggle still,
Beside that sandy shore,
The cruel little naughty boy,
Was never heard of more.
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