“A Chant for Our Team in the Grand Final” By Katherine Gallagher

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“Butterfingers” by Jenny Erlanger

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Butterfingers

 

I catch the bus,

I catch the train.

At times I even catch a plane.

I catch a cold,

I catch the flu.

I catch what normal people do.

So, why, I ask you,

one and all –

why can’t I catch a stupid ball?

 

“Yard Cricket” by Ron Marsh

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YARD CRICKET

 

On pleasant summer afternoons,

My dad and I play cricket.

The dog he loves to chase the ball,

So he’s behind the wicket.

 

Our yard is small,

And so the ball

Is not hit very far.

But if we hit a window,

We cop a blast from ma.

 

I hit a whopping six some days.

That’s when it goes next door.

And if the neighbour gets upset,

We take that off the score.

 

When dad is batting I get scared.

I wish my gloves were leather.

He hits them fast, and most get past,

As I clap my hands together

“Question” with Teacher Notes by Katherine Gallagher

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Question

 

Would you like

                         to say Hi

​​​                                      to a beetle?

 

A beetle would

                          like to say Hi

                                         ​to you. . .

Teacher Notes:

This poem can be a fun-exercise with 6-9 year olds. Get prompts from the class for a range of insects. This can also instruct them in the types and range of insects and for example, in the case of beetles, the enormous number of different kinds, viz. dung-beetles, stag-beetles and their importance in nature. It can also be interesting to divide the class into two groups, with one half asking the question, ‘Would you like/to say Hi/to a beetle? substituting meanwhile the names of different insects, while the replies are given by the other half of the class.

“A Bite in the Night” by Monty Edwards

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A Bite in the Night

My pillow’s soft beneath my head;

My light is out; I’m snug I bed.

I’ve said goodnight to Dad and Mum,

Expecting soon that sleep will come,

 

But . . .

 

What’s this I hear, so near my ear?

A buzz? A whine? Oh no! Oh dear!

I know that sound. It’s one I dread:

A lone mosquito overhead!

 

So . . .

 

Lying still, I free my hand;

I’m waiting for the pest to land.

The drone will stop, then “0uch”, the bite!

I whack my cheek with all my might!

 

Then . . .

 

All is quiet now, I can rest:

One good whack has killed the pest.

Though my cheek is feeling sore,

That mosquito bites no more!

 

“Ants” by Ron Marsh

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ANTS

I was eating supper very late,

And chanced to look upon my plate,

A little black ant standing there,

Just about to share my fare.

 

I said to him “now listen mate,

I want you quickly off my plate”.

To ants one should not be so bold,

He’s brought back friends a hundred-fold.

Prompt #23 Ball

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This week we head into the last week of September. That means the AFL and NRL grand finals are on at the end of this week.

Can you write a poem for children with a ‘Ball’ in it? Any ball, it doesn’t have to be a football or rugby ball.

Please send to:

poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com

Cheers

Jeanie

And this weeks quote:

Pele is a Brazilian retired professional soccer player.  He is regarded by many in the sport as the greatest player of all time.