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The Glugs of Gosh

AUTHOR Dennis, C. J.
PUBLISHER Independently Published (07/02/2020)
PRODUCT TYPE Paperback (Paperback)

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Follow the river and cross the ford, Follow again to the wobbly bridge, Turn to the left at the notice board, Climbing the cow-track over the ridge;Tip-toe soft by the little red house, Hold your breath if they touch the latch, Creep to the slip-rails, still as a mouse, Then . . . run like mad for the bracken patch.Worm your way where the fern fronds tall Fashion a lace-work over your head, Hemming you in with a high, green wall; Then, when the thrush calls once, stop dead.Ask of the old grey wallaby there-- Him prick-eared by the woollybutt tree--How to encounter a Glug, and where The country of Gosh, famed Gosh may be.But, if he is scornful, if he is dumb, Hush There's another way left. Then come.On a white, still night, where the dead tree bends Over the track, like a waiting ghost, Travel the winding road that wends Down to the shore on an Eastern coast.Follow it down where the wake of the moon Kisses the ripples of silver sand;Follow it on where the night seas croon A traveller's tale to the listening land.Step not jauntily, not too grave, Till the lip of the languorous sea you greet;Wait till the wash of the thirteenth wave Tumbles a jellyfish out at your feet.Not too hopefully, not forlorn, Whisper a word of your earnest quest;Shed not a tear if he turns in scorn And sneers in your face like a fish possessed.Hist Hope on There is yet a way.Brooding jellyfish won't be gay.Wait till the clock in the tower booms three, And the big bank opposite gnashes its doors, Then glide with a gait that is carefully free By the great brick building of seventeen floors;Haste by the draper who smirks at his door, Straining to lure you with sinister force, Turn up the lane by the second-hand store, And halt by the light bay carrier's horse.By the carrier's horse with the long, sad face And the wisdom of years in his mournful eye;Bow to him thrice with a courtier's grace, Proffer your query, and pause for reply.Eagerly ask for a hint of the Glug, Pause for reply with your hat in your hand;If he responds with a snort and a shrug Strive to interpret and understand.
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ISBN-13: 9798663037075
Binding: Paperback or Softback (Trade Paperback (Us))
Content Language: English
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Page Count: 80
Carton Quantity: 102
Product Dimensions: 5.98 x 0.17 x 9.02 inches
Weight: 0.26 pound(s)
Country of Origin: US
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Poetry | European - English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh
Grade Level: Preschool - 7th Grade
Dewey Decimal: 821.2
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Follow the river and cross the ford, Follow again to the wobbly bridge, Turn to the left at the notice board, Climbing the cow-track over the ridge;Tip-toe soft by the little red house, Hold your breath if they touch the latch, Creep to the slip-rails, still as a mouse, Then . . . run like mad for the bracken patch.Worm your way where the fern fronds tall Fashion a lace-work over your head, Hemming you in with a high, green wall; Then, when the thrush calls once, stop dead.Ask of the old grey wallaby there-- Him prick-eared by the woollybutt tree--How to encounter a Glug, and where The country of Gosh, famed Gosh may be.But, if he is scornful, if he is dumb, Hush There's another way left. Then come.On a white, still night, where the dead tree bends Over the track, like a waiting ghost, Travel the winding road that wends Down to the shore on an Eastern coast.Follow it down where the wake of the moon Kisses the ripples of silver sand;Follow it on where the night seas croon A traveller's tale to the listening land.Step not jauntily, not too grave, Till the lip of the languorous sea you greet;Wait till the wash of the thirteenth wave Tumbles a jellyfish out at your feet.Not too hopefully, not forlorn, Whisper a word of your earnest quest;Shed not a tear if he turns in scorn And sneers in your face like a fish possessed.Hist Hope on There is yet a way.Brooding jellyfish won't be gay.Wait till the clock in the tower booms three, And the big bank opposite gnashes its doors, Then glide with a gait that is carefully free By the great brick building of seventeen floors;Haste by the draper who smirks at his door, Straining to lure you with sinister force, Turn up the lane by the second-hand store, And halt by the light bay carrier's horse.By the carrier's horse with the long, sad face And the wisdom of years in his mournful eye;Bow to him thrice with a courtier's grace, Proffer your query, and pause for reply.Eagerly ask for a hint of the Glug, Pause for reply with your hat in your hand;If he responds with a snort and a shrug Strive to interpret and understand.
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