Based on the story by Hans Christian Andersen Stave 1 In a forest, in a good spot With sunshine and plenty of air. Stood a little fir tree, So eager to grow up It didn’t think about warm sun or fresh air Or children chattering And berry gathering. The children exclaimed That the fir tree […]
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The final part of The Snowman
Stave 3 The snowman’s wish Was to feel the cosy glow; He had fallen in love With the fat-bellied stove And spent the long night With her in his frozen thoughts. In the early morning, There was freezing, creaking, Crunching weather And the cellar window bore The loveliest ice flowers That should fill a snowman […]
The Snowman continued
Stave 2 Indeed the weather changed: In the early hours of the morning A thick, damp fog ranged; At dawn, there came a light breeze, So icy it brought a freeze And when the sun rose in the sky, Trees and shrubs were covered in rime, Their delicate network A glittering white lacework. A […]
A new tale from Hans Christian Andersen
The Snowman Stave 1 The snowman was born To the sound of boys’ yells, The clang of sleigh bells, The crack of a whip And the clip Of hooves. Winter was so wondrously cold, It bit life into the snowman And made him creak with joy; He wished he could move, Slide on ice like […]
The final stave of
The Little Match Girl Stave 4 The little match girl struck another Match against the wall; From its flame her grandmother Shone bright, glittering and mild. ‘Take me with you!’ cried the child. ‘When the match is spent, You’ll be gone.’ Her numb fingers fumbled As she struck the matches Remaining in the bundle, One […]
The penultimate stave of…
The Little Match Girl Stave 3 She struck match number three And the match girl found herself Under a Christmas tree, With a thousand candles Burning on its green boughs. As she reached out To the exquisite light, The Christmas candles Rose and became bright Stars – one Fell And burnt a long fiery path […]
More of The Little Match Girl
Stave 2 The match girl struck Another stick of light; It glowed so bright It melted the wall of a house. Through its transparency She could clearly see A table with a dazzling white cloth Fine porcelain gleaming A roast goose steaming, Stuffed with apples and prunes. The little match girl reached out An […]
The Little Match Girl
Stave 1 Bareheaded and barefoot, Frozen to the bone, A little match girl walked In the wintry night alone; She had lost her slippers In the deepening snow. The pocket of her apron, Ragged, thin and wet, Held a bundle of matches Waiting to be lit. She feared a painful beating – She hadn’t […]
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