Australia – In Great Shape

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Australia has a lovely shape; it truly does look great.
Compared to any other land; there’s simply no debate.
I’ve studied maps in atlases, seen globes that spin around,
But nowhere on this planet can a better shape be found.
From north to south, from east to west, the outcome is quite clear.
Australia’s shape is just the best – so I will stay right here.

By Louise McCarthy

Fish and Chips

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Fish and Chips


Chips was a seagull,

His best friend was Fish,

Together they made their own

Favourite dish.


A real set of villains,

Wired to steal,

Swooping and snatching

From humans mid-meal.


They could have been heroes,

This larcenous pair,

But there was a problem;

They just couldn’t share.


The other seagulls,

Tired of scraps,

Began making plans

For tricks and for traps.


They held all their meetings

In secretive places,

Aboard mighty ships

With stowaway spaces.


Then Livingstone Seagull

Came up with a scheme,

To rid their fair beach

Of that greedy gull team.


They planned a great party

On one of the ships;

The two guests of honour

Would be Fish and Chips.


They were to be named

Joint “Bird of the Year”,

And they boarded the ship

To a gushing gull cheer.


On each of their heads

Was placed a gold crown,

Pretty but heavy,

Those crowns weighed them down.


The pair smiled and waved,

As proud as could be,

The party went on

As the ship sailed to sea.


Some seagulls made speeches

Which seemed sort of long,

Then Livingstone stood

And sang them a song.


Well Fish and Chips

Were tired by now,

“We really must fly,”

They said with a bow.


The others agreed

And flocked to the sky,

Shouting “So long”

“Adios” and “Good bye”.


But poor Fish and Chips

Were weighed to the ground,

Their heads had been glued

As they had been crowned.


And try as they might

To get them unstuck,

Those crowns were on tight;

They had run out of luck.


And as they sat glumly

Each one had a wish,

Fish wanted chips,

And Chips wanted fish.


By Kylie Covark











Prompt #1 “Australia “

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Good Morning

Thankyou to all who sent in poems to fill in January.

Prompt #1 to start the year is very broad. The theme is Australia which is a continuation from Australia Day and a theme that will hopefully help teachers in many ways with this topic in their classrooms.

If you have any contacts with Indigenous poets please forward this to them. We would love to be able to showcase their poetry.

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And this weeks quote:






I’m a black cat

A special cat

A ship’s cat.

I was born on the Reliance in 1799.

Of all my mother’s kittens

I was the one most fine.

I’m a black cat

A special cat

A ship’s cat.

I have four snow-white paws

And a white star on my chest.

Of all the cats on board this ship

The sailors like me best.

I’m a black cat

A special cat

A ship’s cat.

When it’s time for dinner

I don’t eat with other cats.

I sit at table with the men.

I don’t care for rats.

I’m a black cat

A special cat

A ship’s cat.

I have a trusty friend

And Matthew Flinders is his name.

He has called me Trim.

I think together we’ll find fame.

I’m a black cat

A special cat

A ship’s cat.

Matthew is a clever man

He’s sailed all round this land.

He’s given it a name

And that’s Australia – how grand.

Perhaps you have a cat at home

Is it as fine as me?

Would it like to come aboard

And sail upon the sea?

With a black cat

A special cat

A ship’s cat.

Pat Simmons


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as well as their unique history and diverse culture and customs.

BOORI MONTY PRYOR is an Indigenous writer and storyteller.

A Leisurely Bike Ride


A Leisurely Bike Ride

A leisurely bike ride along the bush track,

Nothing too strenuous – 2ks then back.

Nothing competitive; dawdling along,

Enjoying the scenery and humming a song.


A leisurely bike ride – me on my own,

No need to hurry, 2ks then home.

4ks in total, pedalling with ease,

One cloud of pollen watch out I may sneeze.


The bell birds say “tink” as I ride through their patch.

Then past an echidna having a scratch.

Butterflies easily keep up the pace.

Dragonflies hover; their wings look like lace.


The ride is delightful – it’s time to turn back,

But just wait a minute – what’s that on the track?

A kangaroo lazily hopping ahead.

Is it a grey or is it a red? I’ll just go and see…


Faster and faster I quadruple my cadence

Just scraping through a gap in a farm fence.

The kangaroo is bounding in front at great speed,

But I am the one who will soon take the lead.


I crank up the gears and decrease my resistance.

By crouching down low, in less time more distance.

With speed and endurance I’ve almost succeeded,

In passing a grey kangaroo unpreceded.


The tail wind is strong; I am zooming along,

But all of a sudden something goes wrong.

The kangaroo disappears off the bush track,

Into the scrub and doesn’t hop back.


I skid to a halt – my heart is arrhythmic.

I cannot believe it – oh what a mean trick!

And as the dust settles, I stand all alone,

Except for a sign that says – “20ks home.”


Louise McCarthy







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Fire! (published in Anna the Goanna 2000)

Jill McDougall


Old Kangaroo and his mate Cockatoo

were travelling south

where the icy winds blew.

As night came around,

they found some flat ground

in the shade of a cave

where the river gums grew.


“It’s freezing down here,”

grumbled Old Kangaroo.

“But I’ll make a good fire

to warm us right through.

I’ve never seen trees

As enormous as these,

I’m sure I can find us a big log or two.”


So into the bush

Hopped Old Kangaroo,

Straight to the place

Where the biggest trees grew.

He was back in a while

With a humungous pile,

“This is great,” said his mate, “cos I’m shivering too.”


Then Old Kangaroo and his mate Cockatoo

fetched small sticks and big sticks

and old sticks and new.

They even took leaves

from the bushes and trees.

“This will soon warm our bones,” laughed the triumphant two.


As the fire came alive,

the old fellows threw

more branches, more logs,

and a giant tree or two.

Way up on high

they could see the sparks fly.

“I’m feeling much warmer,” said Old Kangaroo.


Then down from the ranges,

a little breeze blew,

and it whistled and whined

through the trees as it grew.

Soon everywhere

in the hot smoky air,

sparks from the roaring fire floated and flew.


“Now I’m … ouch! … much too hot,

complained Old Kangaroo,

“Well my feathers are melting,”

cried poor Cockatoo.

And as a fresh breeze

carried sparks to the trees,

the two silly friends were beginning to stew.


“Bushfire!” At last cried one of the two,

“Everything’s burning!

What are we to do?”

But try as they might,

it was too late to fight,

for feathers and fur were burning up too.


Yes, feathers and fur were burning up too –

Nothing was saved

as the fire roared through.

All the birds and the bees,

all the bushes and trees,

all the creatures that lived there,

had perished there too.


*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *


Many years later, a young kangaroo,

was travelling south

with his mate Cockatoo.

They stopped at the scene

where the fire had been,

and decided to camp

where the river gums grew.


“I’m shaking with cold,”

said one of the two.

“Let’s have a fire

to warm us right through.

I’ll get some sticks,

and a few little bits.

We don’t need too much –

just a small fire will do.”


Jill McDougall


Mondays quote and call for poetry

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Good Morning,

As we head towards Australia Day I would love you to submit poetry you have written with an Australian theme and as we head towards Valentines Day in Feb I would love to have poems on the theme of Love. Now if you can combine Australia and Love you have a winner!

But “I love a sunburnt country” has been taken. (insert laugh here)

More details will follow weekly.

Please send to:



And this weeks quote:

MJ Bush is  a full-time writing coach, editor, and fantasy writer.