A SMALL MISUNDERSTANDING
This was the first prayer ever taught us,
Long before we could understand
Or be aware of our need for prayer.
Standing in ragged rows, eyes closed, we began,
‘Our Father, who art in heaven.’
But through a small misunderstanding
This became a little prayer for
‘Our Arthur, who art in Devon.’
Still, even not knowing Arthur,
We were happy that our prayer
Put that little intrepid wanderer
Into such safe and loving care.
©2018 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 
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I remember singing every advent of
Most highly flavoured gravy….
I swear I could never remember the alternative words.
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Glad you liked the poem.
Gwen.
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That’s different! I’ve heard so many alternative versions over the years, I wonder if any one was actually singing the
real words! Glad you liked the poem, though.
Gwen.
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Love it. Good luck, Arthur.
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Thank you!
Gwen.
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;>) Love it, Gwen.
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Thank you!
Gwen.
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My sister and I somehow managed to turn the Star Spangled Banner into a song about “little old ladies with speckled hair” 🤣
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That made me laugh!
Gwen.
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