Miss Tamara by Edwina Smith

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Interviewer:
“Where nature takes its toll
the ground is cracked and dry,
folks are found far and few;
one need not wonder why.
In this wild wilderness
some creatures won’t survive.
Today I have a special guest
who’s very much alive”.
Interviewer:
“Thank you Miss Tamara
for taking time to talk.
I see your busy tongue
complete with fancy fork.”
Miss Tamara:
“Oh, it’s such a marvel
which serves me very well.
When I flick it as you see
that’s how snakes can smell.
There’s lots of different scents
I need to know about;
a nifty piece of kit
I couldn’t do without.
As for my fancy fork
so worthy of attention,
it helps me find my food
and works in three-dimension!”
Interviewer:
“It gets so very hot
and cold in winter too.
How do you survive out here
and stay as good as new?”

Miss Tamara:
“I hunt before the heat
becomes too much to bear,
then I seek some shade
a quiet, comfy lair.
Lots of cracks and burrows
have holes so cool and deep.
They shield me from the sun
and make a place to sleep

Come winter, I turn dark
and bask in sun by day.
Come summer, I turn light
so heat reflects away”.
Interviewer:
“There’s little here to eat
and if that’s the case,
where’s your favourite food
in such a lonely place?”
Miss Tamara:
“I can trace a scent
when I poke around,
checking holes and burrows
where native rats are found.
I know just where to look,
where a rat should be
and if I’m very clever
there’s one for lunch or tea!”
Interviewer:
“What about the venom?
There’s been a lot of hype
about its lethal strength,
with serpents of your type.”
Miss Tamara:
“I am totally toxic
as Inland Taipans are.
Way above the scale
most potent snake by far!
But I’d like to add
a word in my defence.
I am awfully shy
and have a lot of sense.“

Interviewer:
“We’ve had a lovely chat,
so far from anywhere.
Perhaps a parting thought
that you’d like to share?”
Miss Tamara:
“I’d rather slip away
to hide and dodge a fight
but if I’m teased or stirred

I will react and bite.
I’m not to be upset.
Do not torment or touch.
Just leave me on my way
and thank you very much!”
Interviewer:
“Without another word
she quickly slides away,
blending into wilderness
to face what comes her way.
The deadliest of snakes
but calm and very measured.
My talk with Miss Tamara
is something to be treasured.”

Miss Tamara by Edwina Smith

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Homeward Bound by Frankie Rose

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With bushfires on the horizon we need to move the stock

The family mounted ready, to drive them near the house block

They are our prized and loved possessions, and represent our life

Let’s pray the winds don’t change and cause us any strife.

Homeward Bound by Frankie Rose

Poem inspired by April Picture Prompt – MY PA, THE BUSHFIRE AND ME by Tim Ide

The Bee who Buzzed Off by Erica Chester

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I miss a certain buzzing

from a certain bee,

He is a tiny little thing

who used to visit me.

I’m not sure when it happened

but one day he was gone,

He also took his friends with him

I hope they won’t be long.

Without him, I feel lonely

My flowers miss him too,

It’s too quiet with no buzzing

My garden seems quite blue.

The daffodils need him back

to pollinate them all,

And the crocuses and daisies

They seem to droop and fall.

We need our little bee friend

and all his mates as well,

Or our gardens will disappear

How quickly, we can’t tell.

The Bee who Buzzed Off by Erica Chester

Image from Pixabay

New Beginnings by Linda Davidson

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Easter Sunday is for you and me
Because Jesus rose to set us free
To give us new life filled with hope
His faithful love to help us cope
A fresh start with a joyful prayer
From a heart of peace that shows care

Cracking your chocolate egg open wide
Remember to look for new beginnings inside!

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If I Could Climb a Rainbow by Pauline Cleary

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If I could climb a rainbow
as it arched above, so high,
I’d gather all the colours,
and wind them through the sky.

I’d plait them into ribbons,
craft garlands for my hair,
toss banners into the breeze,
to ripple through the air.

I’d trim the clouds with scarlet
and lace the wind with green,
turn sparkles into raindrops
scatter sunbeams’ golden gleam.

And when I’d skipped and leapt and run,
and danced my way around,
I’d weave a sleigh of streamers
and slide down to the ground.

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Twin Lakes (Haiku) by Class 4L

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A beautiful tale
Hydrangeas and lush forests
Blue and green lakes lie.

Twin Lakes by Class 4L – Townsville Grammar School North Shore

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Teacher’s note: After reading a folk story about the Twin Lakes in Azores, we composed this poem as a class.

BBC TV in 2008 by Celia Berrell

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April Poetry Prompts

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Get creative as we start the month with pranks and hoaxes for APRIL FOOLS’ DAY. Then we have chocolate, bunnies, bilbies and holiday themes, including celebrating the Christian EASTER for the first weekend in April.

Send your poetic inspirations to Linda Davidson:
ozchildrenspoetry@gmail.com

Date prompts include:

  • Rainbow Day (3rd April)
  • Earth Day (22nd April)
  • ANZAC Day (25th April)

Picture Prompt:

Book cover: MY PA, THE BUSHFIRE AND ME by Tim Ide

After Lunch (Nonet) by Jeanie Axton

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The school yard is a pooches banquet

they rummage the playground for scraps

scuffs between feathers and fur 

for a cold sausage roll

in wet paper wrap

a fritz sandwich

added cheese

means a

feast 

After Lunch (Nonet) by Jeanie Axton

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Autumn Jewels (Nonet) by Pauline Cleary

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Autumn days draw in, moist and misty,
evening air, heavy with waiting.
Leaves, fragile as angel’s wings,
tremble, poised for release,
fluttering downward,
golden shimmers,
fiery red,
reaching
earth.

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