Let’s create a kinder world One where love, doesn’t need to be earned. Where smiling, helping, joy and laughter Are things all of us chase after.
Offer to make Grandad a cup of tea. He might be feeling quite lonely. Your presence will bring love to his day And improve his mood as he watches you play.
How about a smile for someone new? You just don’t know what they’re going through. Your kindness may fade their worries away, And give them hope to enjoy their day.
What about picking your mum a flower? To show her kindness has special power. She’ll look at you with adoration in her eyes. You’ll both be better off – you will realise.
It’s quite easy really to show compassion and be kind. I believe it’s the way that we’ve been designed. So have a go at finding a creative way, To show someone kindness on your travels today.
Red poppies remind me of: A painting by Vincent van Gogh, A holiday postcard sent to me by a friend traveling near France, A two dollar coin, A warm sunny day in November.
Red poppies remind me of: Stopping suddenly and being silent for one minute mid shop, Then continuing on like nothing happened.
Red poppies remind me of: Stories that I’ve heard of war, Fighting that I never saw, Soldiers’ names engraved in stone In the centre of most towns I’ve known.
Red poppies grow Where soldiers, long ago, stopped, suddenly; Silent, forever. Red poppies remind me of them.
Teacher’s note: By the time the First World War ended, at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month 1918, a miracle had occurred. In the devastated fields of Flanders, the scene of horrific carnage, red poppies bloomed again. That is why the red poppy is the symbol of Remembrance Day.
What’s your hot tip? Its Melbourne Cup day today. The race that stops the nation is about to get underway.
The jockeys are ready with their colours on display. But it’s the horses, who are the stars of the day. With chestnuts so shiny and blacks with a blaze; Bays with white socks and large dapple greys. Thoroughbreds prancing and biting at the bit; Waiting at the barriers looking mighty and super-fit.
Suddenly the crowd becomes quiet. The barriers open and horses jump out. The fans in the stands are now screaming And each one is secretly dreaming That their horse will be the winner So they can boast at tonight’s dinner.
There’s three thousand, two hundred metres to go. Which horse will speed up and put on a show. They’re bunched tight ‘round the track So there’s no looking back. Hooves sounding like thunder As we all gaze in wonder. Which horse will take the lead And become today’s famous steed.
They’re on the home stretch and some horses are tiring. Nostrils are flaring and tails wildly flying. But look at number twenty-two He’s found a gap and galloped through. The jockey riding knows what to do. He leans forward letting the gelding have his head. As he crosses the line, one whole length ahead.
The crowd is roaring and emotions are soaring. But the star of the day is the large dapple grey. He knows he’s done well and was happy to play. Now all sweaty, he lets out a snort and a neigh And looks forward to pats and some extra hay.
(Chandrasekhara Venkarta Raman was born 7 th November 1888)
Chandrasekhara Raman’s a knight and Nobel prize-winner for physics in light. A new radiation he came to detect. A scatter of rays named “The Raman Effect”.
This change in light’s wavelength when passing-on through a gas or some substance in spectroscope view, reveals the ID of its chemistry zoo. A tool to make scientist’s dreams come true!
Doing no damage discerning gem quality; checking a pill for content and purity. Uses: amazingly varied and rife. Such as scanning remotely for Mars signs of life.
‘Oh please let me in’ said the bear who was grizzly ‘I’m doing a show, I don’t want it frizzly.’ He tugged at his hair, that fussy old bear ‘I’ve just had it dyed, it used to be fair’. Those waiting in line just smiled at each other Ev’ryone happy to help their brother.
A worm who was third from the start of the queue Was shivering hard and fast turning blue ‘What’s wrong with this bus? It’s broken down? Will anyone ever get into the town?’ The town was twinkling and bright with its light Some in the queue were starting to fight.
A big bird with a bandage around one wing Started to dance the highland fling A pelican said to a stork ‘Outrageous! I do hope this madness is not contagious.’ The stork looked at him squarely and quietly said ‘I wish I were home and tucked into my bed’.
Three canaries were singing (they’d been to a dance) The song they were singing was written in France They yodelled and trilled all over the scales They even tried singing the song of the whales. They ordered some orange and cherry ice cream Enough to feed a whole basketball team.
The ice cream arrived and the queue they went crazy Except for the piglets – they’re terribly lazy, They wanted some oak nuts, acorns they’re called, They said they grew hair and no-one was bald. Maybe it’s true that nuts cover the scalp But nobody there needed that kind of help.
The crowd suddenly hushed and fell into silence Somewhere behind was an outbreak of violence A basketball team had arrived with some melons Those in the crowd believed they were felons (people who steal from others their treasures) Getting caught redhanded was one of their pleasures!
The whole scene looked stupid to Harry the Horse Who was trying to study the subject of Morse He tapped then he paused and waited for action His hoof immune from outer distraction He tapped dah dah dit, dit dah, dah and dit* (If it worked he would make a quick dash for it.)
Did you hear about Harry’s ultimate fate? His message was read – it opened the gate! Harry leapt forth and came in number nine And met a young filly he thought was divine; When Harry proposed she promised to tryst ‘Cos Harry had asked with a flick of his wrist.
Well, you might think that this is all rot, That all horses can do is gallop and trot, But Harry believed he could dominate fate By placing his faith in the power to create. The message he’d sent by dah and by dit Had stretched his talent and used all of his wit.
Dah dah dit, tapped in Morse will give you a ‘g’ Dit dah gives you ‘a’, dah and dit ‘t’ and ‘e’ So Harry the Horse repeated his offer, Confirmed he was humble and empty his coffer; And Tilly the Filly was thrilled with his Morse And she happily neighed ‘Oh Harry, of course’.
Sorry I am, about this diversion I have an aversion to total immersion The queue got itself rattled They all tittle-tattled The bus arrived late and was slow to unload But who jumped out first? Of course – the toad.
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