HOPE
Hope is the tiny flame
That flickers inside us all.
The flame that burns brightest
In times of fear and defeat.
Hope is the thread
That binds our hearts and souls.
Hope can be seen in the vast ocean;
The highest mountain;
The valley green;
The flowers bursting new in spring.
Hope is inside us all;
Hope is all around us.
All we have to do is touch it
And hope will do the rest.
Louis, the Giraffe
Louis looked down from the tree,
Which he had climbed in fear,
Looking at a little mouse,
Who appeared to be too near.
He hugged the tree with all his might,
Too frightened to climb down,
The mouse just calmly stayed there,
Not moving, making no sound.
The mouse looked up at the giraffe,
Who was clinging to this tree,
And asked, “What are you afraid of?
You’re four million times bigger than me.”
Louis moved a little higher,
Wishing the mouse would leave,
So that he could climb back down,
And his self-esteem retrieve.
The mouse got bored and scurried off,
Leaving the giraffe alone,
Louise quickly climbed down the tree,
And galloped all the way home.
A group of giraffes
is called a tower.
Each day, they sleep
for less than an hour.
They’ll munch on leaves
from acacia trees,
while ear-flicking flies
in savannah’s breeze,
reaching up high
with grace and ease …
giraffes shouldn’t need
to climb those trees!
Teacher Notes
Link to live science
https://www.livescience.com/27336-giraffes.html
It’s too hot for my feet
Give Blessings
Bless the firemen and volunteers,
Who fight for us when we’re in trouble,
Who risk their lives unselfishly,
Encountering flames and often rubble.
The work is hard, very physical,
The stress and adrenalin unseen,
The task at hand very demanding,
And it’s all in, nothing in-between.
They are the unsung heroes,
Who give hope to everyone,
We should honour and appreciate,
Everything they do and have done.
Please send in poems this week to
poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com
Thankyou
Jeanie
And today’s quote
Fire, Fire.
It’s getting hot,
The sun is out,
Wind is blowing,
There’s smoke about.
Temperature’s high,
Warnings given,
Firemen out,
By fires are driven.
Communities gathered,
In support of all,
Souls are united,
To cushion a fall.
Let us pray,
That all is well,
And we can return,
No tragic story to tell.
Our bushlands have been saved.
Helping Hands
Terrible things can happen,
that tear our lives apart.
They’ll rip at our roots,
blacken our view
and scorch into our heart.
Possessions then no longer
are things to which we cling.
Instead we’ll grasp
those helping hands
where love and hope can spring.
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