In praise of the silent e
Have you ever thought of what we owe To the humble silent e? At the ends of words it curls itself Always so ... silently. You’d mistake a moose for the cow’s friendly moos Without the silent e. You’d…
I read to you, you read to me
It’s late afternoon. I’m in the kitchen making supper, and my daughters are in the living room doing homework. Suddenly, giggles break the silence. Then, the two girls barrel upstairs to their bedrooms. More giggles and the odd whoop funnel…