Poem of the Day

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Choosing Shoes

by Pat Simmons

 

Gum boots when it’s raining

Sports shoes when I’m training

Sparkly shoes for dancing

Riding boots for prancing

Sandals for a summer’s day

High heeled shoes for dress up play

Then sadly comes that time of year

When Mum says, ‘Let’s go shopping dear.

Your feet keep growing, time to choose

A nice new pair of (yuk!) School Shoes.’

 

  • Submitted in response to Words+Pictures poetry challenge

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Poem of the Day

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Aylan Kurdi

by Virginia Lowe

 

He lies on the beach

blue shorts, red tee.

Runners on his feet

 

Not asleep

though he looks it

He won’t be walking

any more

 

Only three years old

he doesn’t know he’s gone viral

Too late for him

but not to help the world

find some kindness.

 

  • Submitted in response to Words+Pictures poetry challenge.

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Words + Pictures #2

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Are you up for a creative challenge? Each week I’ll post a picture plus a word. They might – or might not – have any connection. Then it’s over to you to write a poem for children inspired by the word and picture. Send your poem to me at traffa-m(at)bigpond.net.au and I’ll post a selection on the site.

Photo: Neil Mulligan

Photo: Neil Mulligan

Last week’s first Words and Pictures post of the sneakers picture and the word walk drew a great response and I’ll be posting a selection of the poems in the next few days. This week I’ve selected a castle door. Doorways always spark my imagination and I begin to consider possibilities…where does this lead? Who will enter? Who will leave? Where does your imagination take you?

The word is: ENTER

Awards rewards

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Dorothea Mackellar Poetry Awards 2015

– The Open Door

By Corinne Fenton

IMG_1188Last week was a very exciting and rewarding week – the culmination of four months reading, re-reading, agonising over and judging 6,000 poems received from primary school students Australia-wide. As this was my second year in the role, the mechanics and rules were easier but the volume of poems had increased which made the decision-making even more challenging. Following the decisions, there were reports to write and send off, followed by the final exciting part, the Dorothea Mackellar Awards National Presentation Ceremony held in Gunnedah, NSW on Friday 4th September.

IMG_1166-380x380First there was a warm welcome at the airport in Tamworth, at Gunnedah and at the Mackellar Motel, a quick walk about the town before an early night. Thursday was a day of school visits back in Tamworth, before a dinner at the Mackellar Motel to meet the young winners – always a thrill to meet these talented poets and put a name (and poem) to a face.

IMG_1227Friday morning’s first job was a radio interview on ABC Tamworth with two of the winners – upper and lower primary sections . . . I am so proud of these children and all the winners. We then raced on to the Award Ceremony where we heard from new president Jenny Farquhar, The Hon Barnaby Joyce MP, new patron the Hon. Margaret White and guest speaker Sophie Masson. Then came the awards themselves presented by fellow judge Nette Hilton (Senior Categories) and myself (Junior Categories).IMG_1168-380x285IMG_1181

I returned to Sydney Friday evening, retreating into the warm, cosy and welcoming Hughenden Hotel. After a walk with fellow author and SCBWI Regional Adviser, Susanne Gervey first thing Saturday morning about Centennial Park, we journeyed out to be welcomed by Paul Macdonald at The Children’s Bookshop in Beecroft for a special Father’s Day book signing and reading of my dog books – Bob the Railway Dog, Hey Dad, You’re Great, Little Dog and the Christmas Wish and The Dog on the Tuckerbox.

I arrived back home Saturday night – in need of a good night’s sleep! Thank you Dorothea Mackellar Committee for looking after me so well – especially Jenny, Alice, Russell, lovely Anne and all those warm hearts who do such a wonderful job for poetry and the children of Australia – thank you.

 

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My kite

by Walter de Jong

 

My kite’s caught in a tree.

I don’t think that I’ll be getting it down.

If I climbed up and my foot slipped

I could hurt myself when I hit the ground.

It cost a pretty penny. It was worth it all I guess

because the time when it was flying is the time I call ‘best’

 

My kite’s caught in the tree.

You can watch it now as it flaps in the wind.

So it’s more or less like a flag these days

of a country where I once was king.

It cost a pretty penny. It was worth it all I guess

because the time when it was flying is the time I call ‘best’

 

I can see it in my mind as it was lifted to the sky.

I could feel it pull away as it started on its rise.

 

My kite’s caught in a tree

but one day I think that I might get it back.

And it might be faded and it may be torn

but I’m pretty sure I’ll be right with that.

It cost a pretty penny. It was worth it all I guess

because the time when it was flying is the time I call ‘best’

 

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Idyllicacryliclycralyric

                     by Kate O’Neil

 

I’m a biker. I’m a hiker

and I love acrylic lycra.

 

I’m specific that acrylic

is the lycra that I like

for especially when biking

it is greatly to my liking

to be free to frisk and frolic

when I reach somewhere idyllic

and I get down from my bike.

 

And lycra that’s acrylic,

when the heat is diabolic,

just wicks away the wet

so there’s never trickling sweat

to upset the mood euphoric

when I reach a place bucolic

on a long laborious hike.

… or a day-trip on my bike.

 

That’s why acrylic lycra’s what I like.

 

Words and pictures

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sneakersAre you up for a creative challenge? Each week I’ll post a picture plus a word. They might – or might not – have any connection. Then it’s over to you to write a poem for children inspired by the word and picture. Send your poem to me at traffa-m(at)bigpond.net.au and I’ll post a selection on the site. I’ve made it really easy this week. Whenever I’m stuck trying to find the right word in a poem or a chapter in a novel simply isn’t working, I go for a walk along the beach path near our home. There’s something about getting physical that unlocks the block and the words flow again.

The word is: WALK