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Brave?
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Be brave because boldness . . .
Be brave because boldness brings . . .
Be brave because boldness brings benefits.
Be brave because boldness brings bigger benefits!
Author Archives: australianchildrenspoetry
An Album of Yesterdays by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentAn Album of Yesterdays
I caught a piece of yesterday
to share with you today.
It’s clinging to a memory
of how we laugh and play.
I know that piece of yesterday
will never go astray.
It’s squashed inside a heavy book.
That’s where it’s going to stay.
Tomorrow, when I’m old and grey
I’ll still remember yesterday
and how we used to play and laugh.
Because … I have our photograph!
Celia Berrell
Celia said: Personal pictures and photos have an almost magical connection with our memories and emotions. And some become more precious as the Yesterdays slip by! Do you treasure your analogue or digital album of Yesterdays?
Yesterday Today by Jeanie Axton
Leave a commentYesterday we had bacon and eggs for breakfast
Today was Coco Pops
Yesterday we had an apple for morning tea
Today was fairy floss
Yesterday we had pumpkin soup for lunch
Today was hot chips
Yesterday we had Greek yogurt for an afternoon snack
Today was a Mars Bar
Yesterday we had a roast chicken dinner with veggies
Today was a Happy Meal from McDonald’s
Yesterday we had homemade apple pie for dessert
Today was a chocolate donut
Yesterday we watched the footy with carrot sticks and dip
Today we watched with a big bucket of popcorn
Yesterday my mum was home all day
Today my dad was in charge of food
I wonder what we will eat tomorrow?
Jeanie Axton
Kookaburras by Bridh Hancock
Leave a commentKOOKABURRAS
Dacelo novaeguineae
Ho, koo-koo-kaa-kaa,
Kookaburras,
Laughing in your trees;
No jumbuck jollier,
Gladly I’d follow yu’,
Life was meant to please.
Can you whistle?
Oh but this’ll
Do, for laughter’s sweet
And you could,
If you but stood
Your terribly ticklish feet.
Tiring is this
Wing-flap business,
But you need to fly;
For ticklish feet
Sure has you beat,
But what a way to die!
Bridh Hancock
Meander by James Aitchison
Leave a commentMEANDER
A sleepwalker named Alexander
Left his bed so he could meander.
Eyes closed and snoring,
Arms out before him,
He ended up on the verandah.
But fate had in store a cruel twist
For this poor lonely somnambulist.
The next thing he knew
There was doggy-doo,
And his feet landed right in its midst!
So in future, my friend Alexander,
Take heed of a humble bystander:
Please stay in your bed,
Sheets over your head,
And don’t try to sleep’ly meander.
James Aitchison
Butcher Bob by Allan Cropper
Leave a commentBUTCHER BOB
Butcher Bob from Iron Knob was known throughout the land
for cooking food that tasted good, with produce fresh at hand
Now, Bob he strove to get his stove to turn out something new
He’d not prepare the common fare the common townsfolk knew
From out the back was heard a quack, a gobble and some clucking
a chop or three, then glory be, a mess of feather plucking
It seemed absurd, he stuffed each bird into its larger cousin
and finally, he sang with glee as he shoved it in the oven.
With carving knife, he and his wife had settled down to tuck in
to Sunday treat, this three-way meat, he invented roast turducken
‘Next week, my dear, my next idea…the roast I will be making…
roast beef, pig too, and kangaroo…my kanga-beefy-bacon.’
© Allan Cropper
Bear by Allan Cropper
Leave a commentBear
big black
bear be brave
because being beary blue
becomes
beary big
bounce your blues
back beyond Burke
big black
beautiful
bear
bounce brightly back
Karen Hendriks
bubblegum
blowing bubbles
big bubblegum bubble
biggest bubble bursting – BANG!
boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo.
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After working on Australian Children’s Poetry for two and a half years, I feel the time has come to step aside and hand over to someone new because I have a number of writing projects that will be demanding more of my attention over coming months. It’s been such an enjoyable experience being involved in the site and connecting with so many wonderful children’s poets. Your generosity in sharing your work with others for the Poem of the Day posts has been overwhelming and it’s always exciting to see what new poems have turned up in my in box in response to the weekly Poetry Prompts, which are fun to create.
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Yesterday by Robyn Youl
Leave a commentI am 72 today,
Yesterday
In Grade Two
The Hobyahs came to stay.
They came through the gloomy gullies
Creep, creep, creeping.
They came through the grey gum-trees
Run, run, running.
They came into my dreams
Skip, skip, skipping.
The Little Old Man
Cut off Little Dog Dingo’s tail
And Little Dog Dingo’s legs
And Little Dog Dingo’s head
To stop Little Dog Dingo barking.
To frighten the Hobyahs away
The Little Old Man
Hid under the bed
When the Hobyahs took
The Little Old Woman away.
The Little Old Man
Was very sorry.
He took Dingo’s tail and his legs and his head
And gave them back to Little Dog Dingo.
Little Dog Dingo saved the Little Old Woman
Little Dog Dingo ate up every one of the Hobyah’s
I am not so sure
There are no Hobyahs now
Even now
Now I am 72.
See for yourself.
Today.
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