Farewells+and+Journeys


 * Here are the readings I have compiled from my appeal both from ALESS and my own school:**

__ Extract from **Where the Wild Things** are by **Maurice Sendak** __ Max is about to leave the Kingdom of the Wild Things “Now stop!” Max said and sent the wild things off to bed without their supper. And Max the king of all wild things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all. Then all around from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat so he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go – we’ll eat you up we love you so!” And Max said, “No!"  The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye  and sailed back over a year a nd in and out of weeks and through a day  and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him  and it was still hot. __  Extract from **Oh the Places You’ll Go!** by **Dr. Seuss**  __ Congratulations! Today is your day. You’re off to Great Places! You’re off and away!  You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes You can steer yourself any direction you choose.  You’re on your own. And you know what you know.  And //YOU// are the guy who’ll decide where to go. __ An extract from **Kensuke’s Kingdom** by **Michael Morpurgo** __ .   Michael is leaving the island he was stranded on.  He smiled and gave me my football. ‘You take football. You very good at football, but you very much better painter. You go now.’ And with his arm around my shoulder he took me outside. ‘You go,’ he said. I walked away only a little way and turned round. He was still standing at the mouth of the cave. ‘You go now please.’ And he bowed to me. I bowed back. ‘//Sayonara//, Micasan,’ he said. ‘It has been honour to know you, great honour of my life.’ I hadn’t the voice to reply. Blinded with tears I ran off down the track. Stella didn’t come at once, but by the time I reached the edge of the forest she had caught up with me. She raced out on to the beach barking at the //Peggy Sue,// but I stayed where I was hidden in the shadow of the trees and cried out all my tears. I watched the //Peggy Sue// come sailing in. It was indeed my mother and my father on board. They had seen Stella by now and were calling to her. She was barking her silly head off. I saw the anchor go down. ‘Goodbye, Kensuke,’ I whispered. I took a deep breath and ran out on to the sand waving and yelling. __Extract from **Alfred Lord Tennyson’s** poem **- Ulysses.**__ I am part of all that I have met. Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life! __ Extract from **Winnie the Pooh** by **AA Milne**  __ Pooh visits Rabbit’s House Pooh always liked a little something at eleven o’clock in the morning, and he was very glad to see Rabbit getting out the plates and mugs; and when Rabbit said, “Honey or condensed milk with your bread?” he was so excited that he said, “Both,” and then, so as not to seem greedy, he added, “But don’t bother about the bread, please.” And for a long time after that he said nothing….. until at last, humming to himself in a rather sticky voice, he got up, shook Rabbit lovingly by the paw, and said that he must be going on. “Must you?” said Rabbit politely. “Well,” said Pooh, “I could stay a little longer if it…. if you…” and he tried very hard to look in the direction of the larder. “As a matter of fact,” said Rabbit, “I was going out myself directly.” “Oh well then, I’ll be going on. Good-bye.” “Well, good-bye, if you’re sure you won’t have anymore.” “Is there any more?” asked Pooh quickly. Rabbit took the covers off the dishes and said, “No there wasn’t.” “I thought not,” said Pooh, nodding to himself “Well, good-bye. I must be going on.” So he started to climb out of the hole.

ALSO Suggested was the poem **- The Road not taken** by **Robert Frost:** Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no  had trodden black Oh, I kept the for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

1. The giving tree by Shel Silverstein 2. At the end of the first chapter of Lord of the Rings, when Frodo is leaving the Shire. 3. The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert Service
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Amanda Gough