What Will The New Year Be? by James Aitchison

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I wonder what the New Year will bring,

What games we’ll play and songs we’ll sing?

Will it be shiny and full of fun,

Will it look after everyone?

Will it be hopeful for every race,

Will I live it full of faith?

I think the New Year is up to me:

I’ll make it the year I want it to be!

Artificial Intelligence by James Aitchison

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It’s all the rage, 

the latest thing,

artificial intelligence.

But I don’t care,

because for me

it hasn’t any relevance!

My intelligence 

is very real,

and lives inside my brain.

It’s not artificial,

and that’s official,

and it works again and again!

Photo from Pexels.com by Tara Winstead

My Fun House by James Aitchison

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One day I’m going to build a house

with cheery yellow candy.

I’ll put ice creams on the roof,

and fruit gums nice and handy.

Then I’ll add two cup cakes,

with lollypops galore,

liquorice allsorts in the corners,

and chocolates by the door.

Teacher’s note: This house can be found in the storybook corner of the Hunter Valley Gardens, Pokolbin.

Boogers by Jeanie Axton

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As an expert in the making

flicking boogers is a skill

when Im needing more of them

I know where to refill.

Friends all want to join me

but its an individual sport

one thats learnt through practice

or as they say “self taught”.

The Shipwreck Coast by James Aitchison

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Send me your ships, your schooners,

and my rocks and reefs will take them.

Send me some seven hundred,

and howling wrecks I will make them.

Give me stormy nights and surging tides,

give me captains who lack in skill,

and I will show you shipwrecks

that no other coastline will.

Teacher’s note: By day, the coast appears calm and safe.  But Victoria’s treacherous, storm-tossed 130-kilometre Shipwreck Coast, from Cape Otway to Port Fairy, has claimed around 700 vessels.

The Mountains of Mourne by James Aitchison

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In County Down, 

there’s no brighter green,

and the peaks and valleys

are a sight to be seen.

‘Tis old Ireland they sing of 

when bleak winter falls,

and by firesides the heart of 

Ireland still calls.

And when storms the crags

of the mountains have crossed,

they tell of great battles 

forgotten or lost.

Izzy The Moodle by James Aitchison

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Close your eyes and picture a dog:

A Maltese terrier crossed with a poodle.

She’s a lovely dog is Izzy,

And she’s proud to be a moodle.

Moodles have oodles of energy,

And they’re always very busy.

They run in circles everywhere

And never ever get dizzy —

             (CRASH)

 — like Izzy!

Favourites by Pauline Cleary

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My favourite colour is purple.
My favourite food is cheese.
I’m very fond of Saturdays
when I can do whatever I please.

My favourite season is Autumn
When the leaves are red and brown
I like to cycle up steep hills
and glide the same way down

My favourite animal is zebra.
I love those crazy stripes.
Magpie is my favourite bird
dressed in black and white.

My favourite place is the seaside,
the waves, the sand, the spray.
I swim and surf and jump the waves
and play around all day.

But last, not least, I have to say
are the ones I can’t do without –
my family, friends, my little dog
are my favourites without a doubt.

A Typical Aussie Morning by James Aitchison

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It’s morning in the valley,
the air is crisp and sweet,
the irrigation’s on 
before the noonday heat.

The cows are grazing quietly
the day’s work has begun,
across Australian farms
a living must be won.

Teacher’s note: This morning scene was captured at Moyhu in Victoria’s King Valley.

Peace by Jacinta Lou

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The fighting is over.
Put down your gun.

Then look around you.
Tell me –  who’s won? 

The cities are flattened,
wreckage glints in the sun.

Look all around here.
Which side has won?

The soldiers go home.
They follow the sun.

They look all around.
Has anyone won?

They fought for their countries,
every daughter and son.

When we have peace;
the war will be won.

In response to November prompt Remembrance Day.

Image from Peace.fm website