Lying on the Beach


Lying on the Beach

One day I saw a bottle that was lying on the sand.

I asked: “Why are you lying?” Then I grabbed it with my hand.

The bottle made no answer and it gave a glassy stare:

It clearly felt it had a right to spend time lying there.

I saw a drip form on its lip and thought it was a tear,

Which seemed to say: “Just go away and leave me lying here.”

But I’d been taught that lying was a serious sort of sin,

So straight away, without delay, the liar went in the bin!

Monty Edwards


The Relay Race

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The Relay Race


Emu runs the fastest

when there’s nothing in the way.

Kangaroo has legs like springs

that bounce along all day.

Lizard keeps on going

when the sun is very hot.

Wombat gets through obstacles

when all the rest cannot.


Koala checks their timing

as the birds all cheer them on.

Platypus just watches

(as his legs aren’t very long).

And so they’ve planned their strategies

with calculated pace.

And as a team, their hopes on high,

they’ll WIN the relay race!


by Celia Berrell


An ideal sports-team will play to each member’s strengths and support each other’s weaknesses.  We all have different talents and vulnerabilities.  A caring team accommodates both.  I like writing poems, and my friend Sharon Davson loves painting.  Her art work is titled “Bush Relay”.  Together I reckon we make a good team!


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Apparently parrots, in parrot-like fashion,

repeat every word that you say,

but mocking birds shockingly mock with a passion,

a sarcastic mimic at play.

A lyre bird lies, and then tries to deny it,

hiding the truth from us all.

The crow lets us know he has nowhere to go,

by the long lazy tone of his call.

But the old kookaburra, such a cunning fella’,

don’t speak much, won’t sing us a song.

He just sees the humour in watching us humans,

and laughs at us all the day long.

© Allan Cropper

Poetry Prompt #38


Poetry Prompt #38

Good Evening All,

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Poetry Prompt #38
This week’s prompt is “Sports”
It’s that time of the year again where there are significant finals in many sports.
In many country towns Footy finals were held on the weekend as well as State finals. Next weekend sees the AFL grand final in Melbourne as well as the NRL final in Sydney.
This topic is huge if we think about our own childhood experiences, teams we follow and sports celebrities in Australia as well as the extensive variety of sports representing many cultures.
Looking forward to your contributions.
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Here’s a quote to ponder on this week:



Shannon Hale is an American author of young adult fantasy.



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My brain must have some spaces

Where secrets can be stored

And though I keep them hidden there

They cannot be ignored.

I think about them often,

Though no one else may know.

They come with me when I leave home,

No matter where I go.


I sometimes have to let them out –

They can be hard to store,

But when one secret is revealed

There soon may follow more.

To share them brings me great relief,

Since truth is hard to hide.

How special is a trusted friend

In whom we can confide!


Monty Edwards

Monty says: “The prompt got me thinking about secrets, where we keep them and how they can affect what we say, do and feel.”

Rippling Gravity

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Rippling Gravity



A tranquil pond that’s glassy smooth

has surface tensioned skin un-grooved.

No creases spoil its surface layer

when peace and stillness fill the air.


Then one disturbance, pebble’s plop

an insect’s hop or stray raindrop,

creates a pattern we’ve just traced

to forces found in outer space.


Rippled wrinkles, round ornate

make circled waves that radiate

while rising, falling with the force

of gravity, which holds their course.


Space-time’s fabric will behave

in similar ways through gravity waves.

This rippled force from far beyond

makes patterns like our little pond.



by Celia Berrell

Contemplating the topic Secret Spaces makes me think of my own wrinkles!  Oh and ripples in fabric, water and space.  What could be hiding within those folds?  Scientists confirm there are such things as GRAVITY WAVES. These spaces were so secret they went un-detected until only recently.

The knitters Club

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The Knitters Club

Eight year olds

With needles in hand

Wool under arms

A little craft band

Sit in a circle

At lunch break

On the oval

Life is great

This craft of old

Will never die

With these mini grannies

Knitting on high


Jeanie Axton


While on yard duty on the oval one lunch time I came across a little group of knitters. They were very enthusiastic about their craft and that was the inspiration for this poem.

I Wish


I Wish…


Oh goose you fly so very high,

I wish that I could too.

Up up, up up, into the sky,

There’s nothing I can do.


I stand here wishing I’d grow wings,

I never hope for other things.

I dream at night that I’ve gained height,

And the earth is almost out of sight.


But here I am, stuck on the ground,

Never to be seen or found,

Up there with you oh goose,

For I am just a humble moose.


Oh moose as I look down below,

I notice you especially.

You graze the grass, you sip the lake,

You wander so majestically.


Your antlers have such symmetry,

They make a stunning crown.

Your fur hide, is a royal robe,

Magnificent though brown.


And since you simply cannot fly;

You’re never going to fledge,

I’ve bought a gift – an airline ticket,

With a dozen golden eggs.


So dream your dreams,

You never know just what you will achieve.

Many things are possible,

So long as you believe.



Louise McCarthy