There I was eating my Weetbix with its usual smattering of Pooh Bear’s honey, when a letter arrived on a silver tray. I must be getting used to strange happenings because I didn’t batter an eyelid, when the postman was a fish!
Of course, I knew straight away that the letter could only be from Lewis Carroll.
With most of us being bears of little brain, especially first thing on a Monday morning, I should probably recap. Even I am starting to forget which question I asked what poet. I hope that all makes grammatical sense. As I said, it’s first thing on Monday morning. No further explanation required…just more caffeine!
I asked Lewis Carroll about whether children should be allowed to go on such dangerous adventures, especially all by themselves without a responsible adult. Even though Alice’s adventures in Wonderland all turned out to be a dream, surely even such dreams are dangerous in themselves and should be discouraged! I’m sure some would even argue that dreaming should be banned!
So, without any more of the ado for which I’m renowned, here is his letter:
Thank you so much for your fascinating letter. I’ve been asleep for such a long time and so much has happened all around me. It’s all so exciting!
Anyway, you asked me about whether it was safe for children to have adventure, even in their dreams.
Well, to find your answer, I did what I did right back in the beginning. I went and asked Alice and all of a sudden the answer popped straight into my head:
Doors are meant to be opened. Otherwise, why is there a key?
It made sense to me so I hope it also makes some kind of sense to you as well!
Naturally, I am looking forward to joining you and the family for a tea party at your earliest convenience.
By the way, you forgot to tell me that airplanes have been invented. I’ve been darting all over the world and having all sorts of adventures. The strangest thing happened though. They wouldn’t let me take my knife and fork on board. How are you supposed to go on an adventure without a knife and fork? They’ve been everywhere with me. That’s been another one of those conundrums.
Aside from my troubles with the knife and fork, it’s such a thrill to be alive!
Carpe diem. Seize the day! Paris, Rome, London, New York…next stop Sydney!
I dropped my watch in a cup of tea
And now time can’t catch up with me!
That’s the first spot of poetry I’ve written so far!
Many thanks and fond regards,
I think I might go and drop my watch in a cup of tea as well. That sounds like such a jolly good idea!
Thank you so much for joining me on on this journey with Dead Poets. It’s definitely not the sort of journey which should be undertaken alone and I might be needing some help holding up m head. I’ve been learning so much. Gone on so many adventures re-reading their work , that my brain is growing exponentially and will soon burst through and start poking through my ears. Deary me, I hope it doesn’t start waving at everyone or I won’t get any work done.
So, the journey continues and tomorrow I’ll be back with D.
“No puppy dogs. That is NOT “D for dog!”
Best wishes and thanks or stopping by,