”The Paper Boy” by James Aitchison

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The paper boy

 

A boy on a bike

through leafy streets

delivers the papers

while we are asleep.

 

Who hears the squeak

of his speeding wheels?

   Not us, not us,

   for we are asleep.

 

Who sees the sun

glint on silver spokes?

   Not us, not us,

   for we are asleep.

 

The paper lands

with a thud beside

a garden gnome

who peeks inside.

 

How well-informed

   is that old gnome!

How lazy am I

   in my bed at home!

”Easter Bilby” by Kylie Covark

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Easter Bilby

 

Dad says that he’ll tell

The Easter Bunny

I’ve been good.

As long as I do

All the things that Mother

Says I should.

But being good

Is not always

As easy as it seems.

There’s always other

Plans to hatch;

There’s plots,

And tricks,

And schemes.

I’d rather make

Some mischief

Than waste time

To make my bed,

So this year

I’ll send my order

To my bilby mate

Instead.

 

“That Night” by Di Bates

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“After Easter Bunny Left” By Louise McCarthy

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 Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

Leave your shoes, don’t worry,

Forget your jackets and your hats,

It’s time to go; let’s scurry!

 

So in the ceiling of the house,

Little mice and Mrs. Mouse,

Just after Easter Bunny left,

Embarked upon their plan of theft.

 

They scaled down walls – through gaps and cracks;

Avoiding funny, springy traps.

The moon sent light through window panes,

Assisting mice with their campaigns.

 

And then at last a glint, a gleam,

“We’ve found it, yay!” squeaked one mouse team;

It’s brilliant, bright, it’s so astounding…

Their little hearts were really pounding.

 

An Easter egg – wrapped in thin tin,

The mice created such a din.

But Mrs. Mouse said “Shh – quiet, hush,

We’ve got to hurry, we have to rush.”

 

And so with care the mice did toil;

Unwrapped the egg and left the foil;

For children love the foil the best

And mice prefer to eat the rest.

 After Easter Bunny Left by Louise McCarthy

 

 

 

“Clues for an egg hunt” by Penny Szentkuti

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Clues for an egg hunt

Go full throttle straight to the wattle.

Say “Hello, dear!” to the aloe vera.

Don’t ignore the kangaroo paw.

Follow your nose all the way to the hose.

Don’t be a stranger to the hydrangea.

Go and smile at the native violets.

Don’t be in a rush near the bottlebrush.

Do one more pass over the grass.

Gather your eggs by the big gum tree.

Share them out (with some for me).

“Catch the Night Star” by Margaret Joy Gibbs

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Catch the Night Star

 

Before the squabble

downstairs,

Before the goodnight wink

of secret dragons,

Dandelions and pink

The clock turns blue

Then yellow and green.

Rose settles to sleep

With her books and bear

And bubbly dreams tucked away deep

Wrapped in a far away spell

 

Then, sadness sneaks in through the window

With the wind

In the trees

outside, uninvited.

 

And the night stars appear

To soften her heart holding the tears?

Beneath the pillow, runaway dreams

Chasing her fears,

The clock turns back to blue

Before the squabble.”

“Ready to Rhyme” by Monty Edwards

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Ready to Rhyme

 

I find when I am writing,

I oft resort to rhyme.

I don’t know why I do it.

It happens all the time.

But if you like my writing,

(I really hope you will),

You’ll find that I keep writing

In rhyming verses still!

 

First published in “The Mystery Box” (Playful poems for young readers) by Monty Edwards [Making Magic Happen Academy 2017].

“Who’s there… ?” by J.R. Poulter  

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Who’s there… ?

 

The wind howls. 

Tree knuckles rap. 

Long fingered twig hands

Tap. Tap. Tap…

 

Hours slide

Down the walls.

Moonlight pools

Where teardrops fall.

 

Sheets bind tight,

Having care

No one escapes

Nightmares.

 

“Who’s outside?

Who’s there…?”

Standing beside you,

A shadowy fear.

 

Am I sleeping?

Did I wake?

Is this the form

That bad dreams take?

 

What’s that rustle…?

Pad, pad, pad,

“It’s okay, honey!”

It’s Mum and Dad!

 

TEACHER NOTES:

This rhyming poem deals with irrationality of some childhood fears, using poetic devices, which include transferred epithet, onomatopoeia, internal rhyme, alliteration and consonance.  Other fears can be based on superstitions, or on some historical antecedents or cultural based taboos.

Hilaire Belloc’s cautionary tales use  fear tinged with humor to warn against certain behaviors.  Grimm’s Fairy Tales have been described as cautionary tales using  the horror of the unknown to warn children away from potential danger. 

Discussion: Do such ‘cautionary tales’ have that effect today on modern children? Are there modern examples of cautionary tales? Name some.

Activity: Rewrite a poem by Hilaire Belloc as a prose story OR retell a Grimm’s Fairy Tale as a narrative verse story. Use some of the poetic devices used in “Who’s there…?” in your retelling.