CLOUDS
Have you ever lain on your back, watching skies above
When clouds are making quite a show, a ship, a tree, a dove?
A constant changing scene to keep you quite enthralled,
Simple easy pleasure that has no cost at all.
You sometimes see a fairy, an ogre or a frog,
You let imagination go and even see a hog.
When your mind comes back to earth and all around seems bland,
You can enjoy the memory of a cloudy fairyland.
The Coffee Cup
Mmmm … I love my cups of coffee
I drink while I write at night
I make them a little frothy
With a love heart bright
If I run out of my coffee
I drink tea – up until midnight!!
Who Nose the Way?
Scientists find
a good sense of smell
goes hand-in-hand
with direction as well.
If spatial awareness
is one of your gifts,
it’s likely your nose has
superior sniff!
Discerning more scents
in the air we have crossed
may help with our sense
of NOT getting lost.
So “follow your nose”
as we like to say,
and “smell the roses”
along the way.
The Cup
The cup was gold and gleaming,
It shimmered in the sun,
It called to us along the line
As we were poised to run.
The starter called, ‘Get ready!’
The starter called, ‘Get set!’
Our hearts were pounding loudly,
Our hands were sleek with sweat.
And when we heard the cry of ‘Go!’
We sprang off in a burst,
We ran until our muscles ached,
All striving to be first.
And when the race was over,
There were no pouts or tears,
The cup went to the winner
And we each gave her three cheers.
But don’t think I don’t want it.
I’m never giving up.
I’ll train till I’m the fastest,
Then I’ll win that golden cup.
Lady Bird – Ladybird, you look so special – swish
Floating downstream on a green slender reed
Ants cannot attack you – you sit as flat as a dish
Riding a green rush – to a family of mouths to feed
So hip, so cool, you are resplendent
Coloured red with dark polka dots
Yes you, you are fiercely independent
Seven colourful joys, joyous black spots
Now your babies are calling-out, out from under logs
They’ve eaten their fill of aphids and scale
Surrounded by dragonflies, spiders and frogs
No time to drown, no time to tire, no time at all to fail
You’re on your way with a mighty display
Your colouring to them is bad taste
Scarlet red and dotty spotty spots, say
They better leave your babies post haste
Australian Children’s Poetry 