Thursday, 19 January 2017
Monday, 16 January 2017
WE WILL MISS YOU, MARY
MARY, YOU ARE NO LONGER WITH US, BUT...
THANKS FOR GIVING US ..
Your time
Your effort
Your Joy
Your empathy
Your wisdom
Your intelligence
Your knowledge
Your marvellous smile
Your laughs
Your patience
Your sense of humour
Your sensitivity
Your endless common sense
THANKS FOR BEING AS YOU WERE
I will copy the last poem she worked with at university. We enjoyed a lot trying to decypher its meaning. She loved it.
THANKS FOR GIVING US ..
Your time
Your effort
Your Joy
Your empathy
Your wisdom
Your intelligence
Your knowledge
Your marvellous smile
Your laughs
Your patience
Your sense of humour
Your sensitivity
Your endless common sense
THANKS FOR BEING AS YOU WERE
I will copy the last poem she worked with at university. We enjoyed a lot trying to decypher its meaning. She loved it.
After Apple-Picking
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BY ROBERT FROST
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
Friday, 6 January 2017
SOME WEBS TO PRACTISE YOUR SPOKEN ENGLISH
If you want to have extra practice in English, try one of the following webs which will allow you to exchange conversations in real language with English speaking people.
1-. VERBLING. You teach someone who wants to learn Spanish and he or she teaches you English.
2-. ITALKI. Here you can speak and you can also practise your reading and writing.

3-. PENPAL WORLD. You can meet friends from all over the world and you can write messages to them.
4-. WESPEKE. This is an enormous chat in English. Fantastic to meet people and to have nice conversations.

5-. COEFFEE LEARNING. Here you can exchange teaching and gaming.

I HOPE YOU FIND THIS INFORMATION USEFUL. TRY ONE OF THESE WEBS AND HAVE FUN WITH YOUR NEW FRIENDS!
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