Способны ли учителя писать свои стихи?

[solnze2]

Рифмовка для запоминания глаголов:

Irregular Verbs

 

Wind the clock, (wound, wound)

Spring the rock, (sprang, sprung)

Sweep the floor, (swept)

Don’t weep any more! (wept, wept)

 

Answer the telephone call,

Throw away the red ball. (Threw, thrown)

Bring me some salt.

Don’t tear the paper in the hall! (Tore, torn)

[ukka]

Стихотворение Радислава Петровича

 

What is in the room of yours?

Table, windows and doors.

Ceiling, floor, and walls around.

Several windows can be found.

Pieces of furniture, chairs and tables,

DVD, TV, computer with cables.

Beautiful pictures on the wall,

And my flowers - I love them all!

Yes, besides there are my books,

And my clothes for better looks!

 

вдохновило меня на создание презентаций к урокам по теме "Дом.Квартира". Первая презентация уже готова. Она заканчивается этим стхотворением, а вторая будет снего начинаться. Во второй будут упражнения с лексикой по теме "Мебель в доме". Первую можно посмотреть http://rusedu.ru/detail_4769.html

а вторую сделаю на каникулах.

Замечательная презентация! Нужная и полезная! Спасибо!

[Galina Roudnik]

вдохновило меня на создание презентаций к урокам по теме "Дом.Квартира". http://rusedu.ru/detail_4769.html

Чудесная презентация. Меня особенно поражает в работах коллег пунктуальность и внимательность: указаны ссылки на первоисточники всех рисунков и др. Я, к сожалению, почти всегда забываю зафиксировать адрес сайта, с которого скачиваю информацию.Делаю вывод, что надо работать над своей повышением культуры работы в интернете

[Molotochekk]

Свои стихи это достаточно личное,я так считаю..а ты почему свои стихи не выложила?

[Uchilka]

Свои стихи это достаточно личное,я так считаю..а ты почему свои стихи не выложила?

 

Извините за вмешательство: а Вы? Вы почему все в прозе стучитесь в двери к Розе? You're knocking at her door what for?

[Mashkova Raisa]

KATYUSHA

The spring-time is beautiful in Russia,

Every orchard looks like a bride.

A very pretty Russian girl Katyusha

Once admired such a splendid sight.

She took a walk somewhere by the river,

Looking at the water and the mist.

She sang songs as her thoughts and fever

Made them sweet and touching in the gist.

The girl’s beloved was guarding the frontier,

Her sincere songs for him were true.

“I ask you to do your duty, dear,

Have no doubts about my love to you”.

Katyusha wished her words to reach the darling

To assure him in her great love,

Spring sweet winds and tunes of a starling

Delivered him the feelings from above.

[Mashkova Raisa]

WESTMINSTER ABBEY

When I come to London once,

I won’t walk but I will dance.

I’ll surely be so happy

To look at Westminster Abbey.

To see the ancient church in the light,

I wish I were a bird in the flight.

To speak on its stone and board,

I wish I were a proper word.

I’d like to visit the Poet’s Corner

To say “Hello!” to the People of Honour,

To put some flowers their bodies are lying,

To breathe the air their spirits are flying.

Seeing the famous tombstones of theirs

I’ll learn some History through the years.

Not to disturb the silence of the place

My admiration’ll be shown on my face.

[Mashkova Raisa]

A FOREIGN LANGUAGE

Of as many countries the world consists

As many languages there exist.

Happy to be in the West, in the East

You’d know one foreign language at least.

To have a pen-friend somewhere abroad,

To read a paper you’ve lately bought,

To enjoy a modern pop-song

Or to make useful contacts long,

You can’t but speak or read, or write

A foreign language. It’s your guide.

A traveler needs a language or two,

Business requires some languages too.

To be educated, learn, please,

English, German, French or Chinese.

[Mashkova Raisa]

ALBION

One day 20 centuries ago

Some Romans were told to go

To find a new land, not fame.

Oh, Albion, the other England’s name!

It was very windy, the sea was rough,

Heavy grey clouds were low enough.

But nothing stopped them: they had the aim.

Oh, Albion, the other England’s name!

80 galleys were sailing ahead,

Caesar’s boat was at the head.

They suffered hardship, the trip wasn’t a game.

Oh, Albion, the other England’s name!

The heaven took pity on them: they saw

Very white cliffs at a distant shore.

The men were happy and thanked Fortune Dame.

Oh, Albion, the other England’s name!

The cliffs were shining, they were bright,

The land behind seemed to be also white.

The Latin word “Alba” was a frame

For Albion, the other England’s name!

 

 

 

LONDON PARKS

Parks are liked in London best.

(Compare it with East or West).

They’re so much like country oases

Cut off from buildings, traffic races.

A slender tree, a huge ancient oak

Give their shade to the London’s folk.

The air is healthy, fresh and pure,

It can be used to treat and cure.

The glittering water between the trees

Carry you away to the sea if you please.

There’re a lot of nice flowers there,

Squirrels and deer are sees everywhere.

A walk in the alley for babies with nurses,

A look at the olds and riders on horses

Will help to imagine the park-life in full!

Let’s leave them alone, still and peaceful.

[Radislav Millrood]

ALBION

One day 20 centuries ago

Some Romans were told to go

To find a new land, not fame.

Oh, Albion, the other England’s name!

I am reading your lines

And am thinking of lions

That are in Trafalgar Square.

The lions are awesome

Fierce guards in the foursome.

No worse than the Russian bears!

[Mashkova Raisa]

“Big Ben”

 

Big Ben is high above the town,

It is a symbol of the Crown.

Its sight is handsome at noon,

At night it,s shining like a moon.

It has as many as four faces.

Its deep voice,s heard in many places.

Its work is endless and exact,

It is industrious, in fact.

It tells the time to everyone

The job is said to be welldone.

Sometimes its stroke is like a call

Of old sir Benjamin Hall.

 

“A swan on the Thames”

 

Dirty water, not a lawn,

Steamers, boats and… a swan!

Though he is not the largest

Among the vessels, cranes and barges,

I can,t but keep on him my eyes,

He is a real great surprise!

White as snow on the ground

He,s swimming proudly around.

No ship hinders his action.

Isn,t he sure of Queen,s protection?

The sight of his is rather grand,

The river seems to be his friend.

The London port is noisy, busy,

The Docks life isn,t very easy,

But I would like to make a bet:

The swan,ll remain the Thames,s pet!