THE BUILDERS
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An odyssey of a poem – Noah & family on the ark for 13 months. “Knock, Knock.” “Who’s there?” “It’s me,” said Noah. “I’m building a boat.”
Read the written poem
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NOAH TALKS TO HIS WIFE
“Knock, Knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“It’s me,” said Noah.
“I’m building a boat.”
“You’re building a boat?”
“I’m building a boat.
It’s covered in tar.”
“It’s covered in tar?
It won’t go far.”
“It’s covered in tar
and as long as a pitch.”
“As long as a pitch?”
“As long as a pitch
a football pitch.”
“A which?”
“A pitch – a football pitch.
It’s also as wide as a motorway.”
“Excuse me, dear,
have you put your coat away?”
“Well, of course I’ve not,
I’m building a boat.”
“Well, excuse me, dear.
I’m feeding the goat.”
NOAH TALKS TO HIS BOYS
“Knock, Knock. Knock, Knock.”
“Who’s there? Who’s there?”
“It’s Old Man Noah. I’ve done my share
of chopping down trees and knocking in nails.
And I’d like some help before she sails.”
“Before she sails? Before she sails?”
“Before she sails, boys, that’s what I said.
Before she sails or they’ll all be dead;
Washed away by waves and waves
of wobbly wetness to watery graves.
So quick, be quick and find the fliers.
Bring in the birds, boys, larks and lyres,
Buzzards and bustards, sparrows and thrushes,
Wrens and robins. Climb trees – search bushes!
Two of each – a male and its mate.
Quick, be quick, boys, don’t be late.
Ham and Shem, bring in the birds.
Japheth, you wait, I want a few words.
Japheth, my son, job number two.
Go hunt – go seek and gather a zoo
Of large and lumpy, small and dumpy,
Jerky and jumpy, and short and stumpy.
Animals, Japheth, tame or wild,
Savage or sensible, meek or mild.
Brayers, barkers, hooters, honkers,
Neighers, narkers, squeakers, squawkers,
Screechers, snorters, grinders, grunters,
Bleaters, boomers, sniffers, snuffers,
Snappers, crackers, howlers, growlers…
Bring them in, boy, two by two.
Go hunt – go seek and gather a zoo.
NOAH TRIES TO TALK TO THE WOMEN
“Knock, Knock. Knock, Knock. Knock, Knock. Knock, Knock.”
“Ok, Ok. Ok, Ok.
We heard you knocking,
Knock, knock-knock knocking.
We heard you knocking, Old Man Noah.
But don’t knock so quick quick-quick;
Knock a bit slower.”
“And give us a chance to get to the door
before you knock a great hole in the floor
by stomping and stamping,
and beating and banging,
hammering, clamouring,
clumping and clanging.”
“What is the matter, man? Why all this hurry?
We’re cooking a meal of vegetable curry.”
“Slow down, slow down.
Breathe deep. Breathe long.
Tell us a story, sing us a song.”
“Stop rushing around with a frown on your face.
Smile, smileawhile with glory and grace.”
“Be Noah. Step slow–slow–slow slower.
Be old, Old Man Noah.
Stop ranting and raving…”
NOAH TALKS TO HIS WIFE…AGAIN
“Dear wife, all my life, I have tried to stay calm.
To go with God gently. To help, not to harm.
But today I am pacing and pushing and panting;
today I am racing and rushing and ranting;
today I am chasing and crushing and chanting.
For today we must get on the
ARK
before DARK,
before the LARK sings,
before the RAIN stings,
before the FLOOD springs up
out of the EARTH
and brings
DEATH…
GO speak to the neighbours and beg them to board.
This flood is a judgment, a word from the LORD.
A warning – go give them
One last invitation.
Go tell them God loves them:
His special creation.
GO … GO now, wife………
GO now
GO tell them – entreat them;
GO warn them – berate them;
GO beg them – implore them.
GO… GO now, wife.
GO now
GO … GO … now.”
NOAH’S WIFE TALKS TO THE NEIGHBOURS
“Come in. Come in. The ark is tall.
It’s long and broad. There’s room for all.”
“Come in! Come in! The old girl’s potty.
Lost her marbles. Going dotty!”
“Come in! Come in! Don’t stand and wait.
Come in right now. Don’t hesitate.”
“Come in! Come in! The old girl’s nutty.
Not all there. Soft as putty.”
“Come in! Come in! It’s time to board.
You’ll all be drowned. We’ve heard the Lord.”
“Come in! Come in! We’ll all be drowned.
We’re in a desert. Look around
at all the soil,
at all the sand,
at all the rocks,
at all the land.”
“It’s never rained. It never will.
There is no God. We’ve had our fill
of listening to your silly story.
We won’t come in! We won’t say sorry!”
“SO GO AWAY and take god with you
before we boil you down for SNIFFGLUE.
GO ON – GET LOST you grumpy goat!
GO BACK to Noah and stay on your boat!”
NO MORE TALKING – THE ARK SAILS
So only the eight of them got on the ARK.
GOD shut the door and the sky grew DARK.
Down came the rain
SPIT SPITTER
SPAT SPATTER
PITTER PITTER PITTER PITTER
PATTER PATTER PATTER PATTER
Thin drops of rain that fell on the chin drops,
Without and within drops,
That wiped off the grin drops,
And soaked to the skin drops.
Thin drops that crept up the toes to the shin drops,
Calf drops and knee drops,
And over the thigh drops,
O my drops! Quite high drops!
Chest drops and vest drops and tie drops.
O why drops? Too high drops!
Neck drops
Lip drops
glub drops
Nose drops
glubglubglub drops
Eye drops
Bye drops
Cry drops
Die drops
STOP DROPS
MEANWHILE… ON THE ARK
For forty days the sky had wept.
For forty nights the clouds had sobbed.
And all around the waves had leapt.
Around the ark the waters bobbed
Until the LORD said, “That’s enough.”
The sky grew calm, the sea less rough.
The boat sailed on
and on
and on
until five months had come and gone.
And then it STOPPED
Upon the peak
Of ARARAT,
A mountain … Turkish,
Maybe Greek.
And Noah waited
With his wife
His sons
His daughters
Waited
Waited
Waited
Till the waters had
Abated.
THEN
He sent a great black
BIRD
… a raven
big strong wings and
BRAVE ENOUGH
To leave the ark.
A BIRD
That dared
to leave its mate
and make the eight upon the ark
still wait and wait.
While round and round in circles
flying,
sometimes sighing,
ever always trying
land to find
But finding none,
In circles
flying,
on an on
it flew.
BACK ON THE ARK
Meanwhile… within the ark,
Old Father Noah
chose a dove to look for land,
trees or rocks, soil or sand,
any thing or any where
that was not
WATER
anything that was not
WET.
Sent it out,
it hovered,
seeking,
searching,
yet
it could not find a place
to land
except upon the palm
of Noah’s hand.
Then …
One week later
off it flew
sent out again
trip number two.
And this time it came back
At sunset,
scarcely wet,
And bearing in its beak
A branch,
An olive leaf,
A token of God’s favour
And for man
relief.
And still the patriarch
upon the boat
was patient,
waited
one week more
Before
he sent the dove
a third time
out,
And this time coming in to land
upon the shore,
it rested there,
While Old Man Noah planned
to leave the ark
at GOD’s behest,
at GOD’s command,
still waiting,
waiting.
ONE YEAR LATER
Until
at last
A whole long year
had passed
upon the ark.
And then God said,
“Come out, Old Noah
and your wife,
your sons,
your daughters.
Start your life on earth
anew.”
And out he came with all the crew,
And all the animals and birds by two by two:
An alphabet of animals;
A floating zoo:
An aardvark
And a bat
A cat
A dog
An elephant – it’s true.
A fox
A goat
A hyrax
And an ibex
And a jackal
which could cackle
And a kanga with a baby roo.
Leopards, lemurs, monkeys,
Nightjars, owls and penguins
Quails, a quacking duck and drake
A rooster crowing
Ruminating cows and sheep
And spiders!
Tabbies, toms and tigers
And a unicorn – make no mistake!
Voles and vultures
Wolverines and wolves
Xtraordinary creatures
With strange prehistoric features
Not forgetting both
The hairy scary yaks and the zebras with the stripes upon their backs.
What a sight and what a sound:
All God’s creatures gathered there
Upon the ground.
NO MORE FLOOD
Old man Noah built an altar,
Sacrificed a lamb or three;
Praised the LORD and worshipped
Now that they were free.
God said:
“Mm that lamb smells good.
Now then, Noah, listen well.
That’s the last time I will flood the earth.
It will be a place to dwell
For you and all your children.
See the rainbow in the sky
Will be a sign
To you forever
No-one ever else will die this way.”
Still today
God keeps his promise:
Every time the sun shines through the rain,
We remember how God saved Old Noah
and his family
and the animals;
and began again;
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Genesis 6-9