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.
Loves to find nuts to chew.
His teeth are as strong
As the river is long
But he also loves apple stew.
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.
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
The end of cold days:
The sun rises warm
But expect a quick storm,
Then catch a wave —
It’s my kind of weather!
The sunsets glow red
We’re all on holiday —
The best of all times!
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
For you and me
it’s free to see.
The greatest show around.
eleven million of
the life forms that abound.
From big-screen species
like humans; dolphins; whales.
To tiniest of
sure our show won’t fail.
The plants provide
the perfect props
and stunning back-drop scenes.
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
The Reluctant Racehorse
Old Roscoe was a racehorse who no longer wished to run.
He’d had enough of coming last. That didn’t seem like fun.
Each day his trainer woke him with an early morning call,
But Roscoe still felt sleepy and he wasn’t pleased at all.
He hated the old trailer that would take him to the track,
Nor did he like the jockey who’d be sitting on his back.
His owner, who would watch him train, just wanted extra pace,
But all that Roscoe longed for was to be some other place!
Once, when the trailer halted and glum Roscoe looked about.
He thought he recognised the spot and wanted to be out.
For what he saw was lush green grass and trees providing shade
While underneath those lofty gums a group of children played.
He looked in vain for jockeys, and the grown-ups there were few,
But then he spied the trainer , and the owner with him too.
The trailer door was opened, then the trainer led him out
And that was when the children all at once began to shout.
“It’s him,” they cried. “It’s Roscoe! Maybe Dad will let us ride.”
“Remember, Dad, you promised!” “Yes, I did,” their Dad replied.
“Old Roscoe’s finished racing. It just seems he’s had enough
Of chasing younger horses – no more winning. It’s been tough!
The fact is, he was born here, and he loved it from the start,
But when we took him off to race, it seems that broke his heart.
He’s home now. No more racing. He’ll be happy here at last.
Old Roscoe’s found there’s lots you miss when always running fast.”
– Monty Edwards
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And this weeks quote:
Marmaduke our winning ram
won the raffle and home he came
T’weren’t US who won HIM at the show
the judges messed that up, you know.
saying ‘here’s your special prize
for guessing both his weight and size’
The Marm who wasn’t any ram
he chased the cows and drained Dad’s dam
he grew and spread with every day
eating cats and dogs and hay
And when the next show came around
Marm went on the roundabout
Another girl then took him home
My sister Jill, and home he came