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