National Reconciliation Week Poem and Notes

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On Monday I was part of teaching ‘Bush Tucker’ cooking to a group of young Indigenous students. We made wattleseed and choc chip cookies and bush tomato scones. This week is National Reconciliatiom Week and I thought to repost this poem from January teachers may like to read to their class.


Link to a National Reconciliation site

Link to two recipes

A few tips: remember to balance the taste between the wattle seed and choc chips in the cookies and use a tbsp of bush tomato seasoning for the scones. We found native jam locally in a specialist shop which tasted great with the scones.



“Dreams” by Jenny Erlanger

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I wish my warm and cosy dreams

would stay inside my head

Instead of floating off for good

when I get out of bed.

I’d like to put them in a box,

all those I want to keep,

then choose the one I want at night

before I go to sleep.


Jenny Erlanger

“Improving the Alphabet” by Monty Edwards

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Improving the Alphabet

Take pity on poor letter C:

It always follows A and B.

When Aussies write their alphabets,

Then third’s the place it always gets.

It hardly seems that this is fair

That C is always sitting there,

Behind the letters A and B,

But never leads, don’t you agree?

Forgive my words if I am blunt,

But I think C should be in front.

I’ve had enough of A-B-C:

Let’s have a change to C-A-B

Now C-A-B’s a proper word,

But A-B-C is quite absurd.

Then after CAB change DEF to FED

No nonsense now: real words instead!

Monty Edwards

Prompt #14 Poems for Scarlett “Dreams and Imagination”

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Thankyou for the poems sent in. This week we have Scarlett a 10 year old and her request as our focus.

Scarlett would like poems on “Dreams and Imagination”

Hopefully via her Dad  we can get Scarlett to make comments on what she likes about each poem.

Scarlett’s poem

The sun has shone
The stars have twinkled
The clouds have rained
The trees have grown
All together
Make a new life
Please email poems to:



And today’s quote:

”Encounter” by Virginia Lowe



They met at the back door

He was going out

She was coming in

Bemused, enchanted

They stood face to face

Eye to eye

She was charmed by

His long fluttering eyelashes

Then she took a peck

We rushed to sweep him up

Before she reached his eye

Only eight months old

Though already walking

Without boots

Who was he to stand

Between a chook and her beloved

Cat food? 

12 May 2018

Virginia Lowe

“Grandpa’s farm” by Jenny Erlanger


Grandpa’s farm

My Grandpa rang this morning.

He’s just bought a farm, he said

and so I’ve started dreaming

of the fun that lies ahead.

I see myself with bottles

helping feed the baby lambs,

I’m saddling up the ponies,

catching yabbies in the dams.

I glimpse a pretty orchard

filled with trees for me to climb –

the apples smell delicious

so it must be picking time.

I hear a rooster crowing

as it struts amongst the chooks

near a cosy little cottage

like the ones in picture books…

But now the vision’s fading

thanks to what I’ve just been told.

My dreams of country living

I may have to put on hold.

I won’t be catching yabbies,

won’t be riding through the scrub.

My Grandpa’s little farm is…

just some worms inside a tub!

Jenny Erlanger 

“Autumn Elegy” by Monty Edwards


Autumn Elegy

Autumn leaves come tumbling down:

Orange, yellow, shades of brown;

Sun-dried, shaken, lost their grip:

Sailing breeze-borne like a ship;

Tossing, tacking, left and right:

Unpredictable their flight;

Watch them wander down the street, 

Where in huddled heaps they meet;

Left behind their mother tree:

Weeping still as each floats free.

Monty Edwards

“Earthworms” by Elizabeth Cummings with Teacher Notes

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Earthworm, you burrower extraordinaire

How can you stand to live down there

With no arms of legs in the soil so dark?

With your one cylindrical digestive tract

You move with the muscles that you contact

To make your body first short then long

And those bristles help propel you along

Through leaf litter, topsoil or deeper down

You help to mix up the stuff in the ground

This makes you the base of many a food chain

Yet your many skills are the environment’s gain

Your talent with organic matter is biological

And mixing tall the nutrients is a flair so chemical

Then there’s your physical ability of aerating

So the soil ecosystem’s restoration you’re helping

Thus let’s take some time to show a bit of gratitude

For how you improve the quality of our food!



Worms both disgust and fascinate me! I remember my brother holding a worm in his hands as a toddler and exclaiming; ‘One worm two worms!’ as he pulled it part😱. After that I had nightmares about worms for years until one of my pupils brought a worm farm into the class and taught us all about he important work of the humble earthworm… a teacher can always learn from their students!

Elizabeth Cummings 


Teacher Notes by Jeanie Axton:

Read this poem to the class a few times and then ask a student to write key words on the whiteboard. As a class research and make a timeline of life in the worm farm. Look at how worms are a sign of a healthy garden and how worm tea helps condition soil and grow healthy plants.

If your really brave have a “Bring your gumboots day” and go out and collect worms to bring back to the classroom. Watch how they move and write a worm poem.

Remember to take the worms back to where you got them after the lesson. They belong in the environment.


“The Worm Farm Family” by Jeanie Axton

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Willy the wriggler

eats apple cores

In the worm farm

while he does his chores


Walter the wrestler

likes bean sprouts

In the worm warm

while he works out


Wayne the wanderer

eats bread then naps

In the worm farm

as he grows quite fat


Wendy the whiner

squirms in the grime

In the worm farm

she complains all the time


Wanda the wise worm

reads and reflects

In the worm farm

she has a calming effect


Wilma the wacky worm

would rather party than eat

In the worm farm

dancing to the beat


Together they live

Eat, poop and wee

In the worm farm

to supply our worm tea

Jeanie Axton


Heres a guide on what to and what not to feed our worm friends.

“I’d like to walk backwards”by Marc T Low

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I’d like to walk backwards


I’d like to walk backwards wherever I go,

And meet people moping ato and afro,

I’d bump into pillars and shut out the light,

Or be a long shadow walking through the night.


I’d ask someone how I should get to a place,

And then walk backwards to that point at a pace,

I’d fall in the river and ask to be saved

And allowed to walk once again on the paths paved.


I’d walk into lifts backwards, pulling a trolley,

Or splash in the puddles left there by my brolly,

And when people ask me, “How do you get by?”

I’ll say that in th’ back of my head there’s an eye.

Marc T Low