Poem of the Day

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My class is so lucky.

This term we’re learning about life cycles,

so my teacher brought in some tadpoles-

three big black commas

swimming around in a plastic aquarium

right beside our desks.


We named them



and Spot.


Freddo was the first to grow



more legs

then his tail shrunk

until his body was a fat full stop.


‘But what do we do with our frog?’

asked Mrs Chugg with a frown.

My hand shot up quicker than a speeding mosquito.

‘I’ve got a pond!’

So, she poked some holes in a butter tub

and sent Freddo home with me.

‘Lucky duck,’ said Ben.


I carried my precious passenger

down the street

around the back

then knelt beside our weedy pond

and gently tipped him in.


Freddo swam to a lily pad

half scrambled on and gazed around

at the water



and grassy bank

before frog-kicking into the murky depths.


Compared to Kermit and Spot

with their four plastic walls,

I’d say he’s pretty lucky.

Kristin Martin

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