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River Run


Run river run:

sIlver over stones

riVer sobs and moans;

briEf gleam in the sun:

riveR run and run.



Run River run

rapId to the seas;

riVer leap with ease,

tEasing just for fun:

River run and run.

Jaz Stutley


  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #19



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“Why?” as a child is a popular word.

It shows that we want to know more of our world.

And sometimes we learn

some incredible things:


Like why the sky’s blue

and what is a gnu

and how you can catch

the measles and ‘flu.

And back in the past

how much harder life was

because of the things

that nobody knew.


It’s part of our nature to want to know why

despite that the answer’s a truth or a lie.

And sometimes we learn

some incredible myths:


Like why Santa comes

only once a year.

And when will the Easter

Bunny appear.

Descriptions of monsters

that cause us great fear.

And how crystal balls

make everything clear.


While we’re a child, all answers seem true

(until we get older and think them all through).

But even as adults we frequently find

it’s not always easy to change our mind!


Celia Berrell
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #17

Celia said: Got a question?  Nowadays we can look for answers on the internet any time 24/7.  But how can we tell if the information we find there is true or false?  That’s another question!

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Question Time


I have a younger brother,

Who recently turned four.

He asks Mum many questions

And then he asks some more.

I tried to ask our mother

Why he kept asking “Why?”

The answer that she gave me

Was one enormous sigh.


She then breathed in quite deeply

And started to explain

How asking all those questions

Was strengthening his brain.

For as we all get older

And use our ears and eyes,

Our questions bring us answers:

The “Why?”s help make us wise.


Monty Edwards
  •  Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #17

Monty says: “The numerous question marks of the prompt made me think of the many questions asked by young children that may test a parent’s patience, but are an essential part of a child’s development.”

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Poets can enter this fun, free event and win prizes as part of Sydney’s inaugural Bushranger Festival. The poetry slam competition will be held on Saturday May 20 at 4pm at St Ives Wildflower Garden, 420 Mona Vale Road, St Ives. For more details email contact@blaxlandanddaughter.com

CJ Dennis Poetry Competition

The 2017 Toolangi CJ Dennis Poetry Competition is now open for entries. Unlike most poetry competitions, it has a category for ‘adults writing for children’. This is judged by an adult, but there is also a separate award judged by local primary school children. Closing date September 1. Prizes will be awarded at the CJ Dennis Poetry Festival on Saturday, October 21. For full details and entry form go to http://www.thecjdennissociety.com/index.php

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These are among the myriad questions asked by writers who want to write poetry. How would you answer them? If you have a poetry pointer to share, email me at traffa-m@bigpond.net.au

Poems wanted

Please keep submissions of poetry coming in for the Poem of the Day. Your submissions are much appreciated and I’m enjoying them immensely, particularly the responses to the Monday Poetry Prompts. If you’re a poet who is still thinking about whether to submit, please do! Poems are always needed and get posted so long as they are suitable for children (including teenagers). Previously published poems can be submitted provided you still retain copyright. Email traffa-m@bigpond.net.au

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The dog went out in the sunshine

And soaked up all the rays

It looked up into the sky

And barked ” What a beautiful day”


The cat went out in the sunshine

And pranced around a bit

Turned around and went inside

In the window sill to sit


The dog stayed out in the sunshine

In circles chasing his tail

He was not going back inside

Sun rain or hail


The cat stayed in the window sill

Watching the world go by

Grinning at the silly dog

A scratch a lick a sigh

  Jeanie Axton
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #15

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Sunshine in the lounge room


You are my sunshine


The player piano

gave me the words

there on the roll


My only sunshine


I pushed the pedals

and sang at the top

of my voice


You make me happy


And I was happy

there in the lounge room

with no sunshine at all


When skies are grey


skies might have been blue

or grey with rain

But the piano played for me


Please don’t take my sunshine away


Virginia Lowe
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #15

Virginia said: I can’t hear the word without (mentally) singing the song, which I learned in childhood, just as the poem says.

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Swaddle me in sunshine

sang the fairy child.

Weave me into forest,

tell me you have smiled.


Dance me tales of blossoms.

Look carefully for my signs.

Swaddle me in sunshine,

Now climb the magic vines.


Breathe me into spring time.

Search for the unseen.

Swaddle me in sunshine.

Cover trees in green


Swaddle me in sunshine,

when winter’s on her way.

Find for me some shelter

to keep the cold at bay.

June Perkins
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #15

June said: Today the muse visited – with that sunshine topic. Perhaps it was the approach of winter and a memory of my mum trying to convince me that fairies exist.


Poetry Prompt #19

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Get set to create! This week’s challenge is to write an acrostic poem for kids using the word ‘river’. You can use the letters as initials at the start of each line, or be even more adventurous and include them in the middle of lines or as the final letter of a line. I’m really interested to see what you do with this one. Send your contributions to me at teenawriter@gmail.com as a Word document attachment. Please make sure your name is on your poem.

Happy writing!


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Tea for two, and a biscuit with Granny

giggles and games, I recall there were many

but clearest of all,

I recall the small music box.

Hidden inside, a tiny ballerina

waiting to dance there, in front of her mirror

at my beck and call

once I had unclipped the locks.

Lifting the lid, I would take a peak under

up she would pop, not so much as a blunder

though not very tall

she would stretch to the sky

pirouettes fashioned on blue satin lining

tutu pure white, in the limelight, there shining

I somehow recall

just for Granny and I

© Allan Cropper
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #16

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My Nanna’s arrival is a delight to see

But she’s only staying for afternoon tea.


She carries her coat and her umbrella furled

And the most exciting bag in the world.


She stands us in line for our hugs and kisses

And tells us how much she enjoys her visits.


After that she opens her bulging bag wide,

And out comes what she has packed inside.


First a chocolate cake for afternoon tea,

Liquorice and jelly beans for baby and me.


Then two jumpers, one blue and one pink,

One to wash and one to wear she says with a wink.


Out come some beads, a ball and two bats,

A doll and a pram and two calico cats.


Six pairs of crawlers made from old bedspreads,

And knitted striped beanies for everyone’s heads.


There’s a hammer and nails to mend the side fence,

Dad says now that’s a gift with plenty of sense.


Out comes a scooter and a skippy rope too,

And a most beautiful set of drums, brand new.


A bright crocheted rug to go on the bed,

Be lovely and warm, my mother said.


After the crayons, paints and a big picture book,

Nanna stopped delving so I had a good look.


Five peppermints and a half knitted sock remained

Nanna’s wonderful bag was empty and drained.


The grownups drank tea and ate most of the cake

Only smears and crumbs remained on that plate.


Nanna stood us in line for more hugs and kisses

And we all said how much we enjoyed her visits.


My Nanna took her coat and her umbrella furled,

And left with the emptiest bag in the world.


My Nanna’s departure was a very sad sight,

But she’ll be back to babysit Saturday night.



© Margaret Pearce