“Watermelon Boy” by Kylie Covark

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Watermelon Boy


One time I saw a kid on telly

Eating watermelon;

The pink bit and the skin.

I wondered how

He managed it,

How did he fit it in?

How did his teeth

Get through the green.

So thick and hard and tough?

Surely the yummy,

juicy guts inside it

Were enough?

But nope,

This kid kept eating.

Both the green bit and the pink.

Then he looked straight at the camera,

And he gave

A cheeky wink.

“Dive into a book” by JR Poulter With Teacher Notes


Diving Into a Book


Summer time is a good time to escape the heat by bathing in the sea or in a swimming pool.

Diving into a good book is a bit like diving into a swimming pool according to the poet.

Activity: Write a short argument for why this might be a good comparison or why not.

Discussion:  How can books –

Immerse us in ‘wondrous lands’

Get us involved in ‘plots and plans’?

Activity: Write a short description of the plot of a story you have just read or are reading and talk about what new ideas, information, or ways of thinking it has shown you. How is it different to other stories you have read? How is it different to your own life and experience?


“Leaving home” by Jenny Erlanger

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Leaving home


I think I’ll leave home

‘cause just lately I’ve found

that with all that I do

I am never around.

There’s Drama on Mondays

from six until eight

and it’s not long to bed

when I get home so late.

On Tuesdays there’s tennis,

an hour long session

and Wednesdays are saved

for the Yamaha lesson.

Evenings on Thursdays

are always the same.

I train with my team

for the next footy game.

On Fridays it’s swimming,

I’m off to the pool

and for hours in between

I’m just sitting at school.

So, I’m hardly at home,

no, I’m never about.

I may as well pack up my things…

and move out!



First published in “Giggles and Niggles” (Haddington Press, 2007)

“South Beach” by Katherine Gallagher


South Beach




This is the dangerous time, sky clouding:

lifesavers on the alert, intermittently moving the flags,

shoals of swimmers still keening the fray.


Only a narrow stretch of ocean left now

between the signposts, the spume growing wilder

lifting more boldly – you imagine yourself drawn in,

tugged all ways past the horizon.


Isn’t it enough just to be here on this ivory sand

watching breakers curl against clouds darkening, still far out,

spellbound by the limitless, the reach of coast?


Six o’clock now, the show’s closing down.

A few paragliders swoop in

while children put final touches to their sandcastle.

Soon they’ll carry water to the moat.





©Katherine Gallagher2010

(from Carnival Edge: New & Selected Poems, Arc Publications, 2010)


Prompt #30 All things Summer

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Calling for “All things Summer”  poems please before we head into December.

Here is a chart of prompt words to get you started.


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A plug for Jackie’s Spring Poetry competition closes 30th November

And this weeks quote:

“Four Legs” by Penny Szentkuti

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Four Legs


Four legs and a tail –

it could be a dog.

Four legs and a croak?

That’s a frog!

Four legs and a hump –

it must be a camel.

Four legs and fur?

It’s some kind of mammal.


But four legs and a mane –

long legs for trotting,

strong galloping legs,

and a tail for fly swatting?

That’s easy now,

I know it of course!

That four legged friend

is a horse.


Penny Szentkuti

“Another Week Already” by Julie Cahill

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Another Week Already?


Sunday is our day of rest
Monday’s Sunday’s getting dressed
Tuesday comes and Tuesday goes
Wednesday’s humped like Nanna’s hose
cause Thursday is her watering day
and Friday dries Thursday away
but fills us all with hopes and dreams
for Saturday’s delish icecreams
each ending with ‘THIS week’s been the best’
Waking then, yes you guessed
Sunday is our day of rest
and no, it’s not a weekday test.
Julie Cahill

“The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo” by Stephanie Boase

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The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo

The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo

Is a very strange creature, it’s true!

He’s as tall as a man

And stout as a ram

With a long, shaggy coat of blue.

The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo

Loves to find nuts to chew.

His teeth are as strong

As the river is long

But he also loves apple stew.

The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo

Has been seen by very few.

He hides in the billabong by day

And then comes happily out to play

At night, amongst the dew.

The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo;

Where to find him? I haven’t a clue!

I’d like to meet him just for fun,

Play ‘Hide and Seek’ or ‘Tag and Run’

With the Thing-a-me-bunyaroo…  Wouldn’t you?

“A SEASONAL TELESTITCH” by James Aitchison with Teacher Notes

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The end of cold days:

Farewell! Adieu!

The sun rises warm

But expect a quick storm,

Then catch a wave —

It’s my kind of weather!


The sunsets glow red

Across Australia,

We’re all on holiday —

The best of all times!


                                          James Aitchison



TEACHERS’ NOTES by James Aitchison

A telestitch is the opposite of an acrostic.  Discover the poem’s hidden message by reading the last letter (rather than the first) of each line.

Give it a try

And most of all — have fun!

“Let the show go on”  by Celia Berrell


Let the show go on


For you and me

it’s free to see.

The greatest show around.

The cast’s

eleven million of

the life forms that abound.


From big-screen species


like humans; dolphins; whales.

To tiniest of

microbes making

sure our show won’t fail.


The plants provide

the perfect props

and stunning back-drop scenes.

All intertwined

with DNA

and fascinating genes.


The show is so


Full of life’s variety.

Our planet Earth’s

X-factor is …



First published in CSIRO’s Scientrifficmagazine, No 65 January 2010