A teddy in a window
Watching me!
Oh what fun, oh such glee,
A teddy in a window
Watching me!
Wherever I wander,
More teddies I see
Sitting in windows,
Watching me.
Who put them there
Two by two?
I’d like to thank you
And you and YOU!
“Closed doors” by Julie Cahill
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Mum, she slammed the door, she did.
‘No one’s going out!’
I scratched my head and wondered what the fuss was all about.
My mother often sent us out
so she could clean our mess.
Now our home is inside out with plonked in tardiness.
We play games we have never played
Lose pieces that are loose.
The jigsaw puzzle is in MORE bits
Soggy, with my juice.
The tv stations repeat repeats.
I turn myself away.
Good gracious, it’s as though it is
a winters’ rainy day.
But that’s okay, the storm will pass.
My mum screamed
‘really soon!’
She still believes in nonsence
like ‘the man upon the moon.’
I give that sly and sideways look
The one which she deserves.
But Mum’s a treat
When she hands out sweet
And cuddles with elbows curved.
“Anzac Day” by Toni Newell
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Anzac Day
In two thousand and twenty,
We will celebrate,
Anzac Day a different way,
And we can all participate.
We won’t be going to the shrineBut, in the morning at 5.55,
We’ll observe a minute’s silence,
At the very end of our drive.
We can all stand as a nation,
Honour those who fought the war,
Whilst fighting our own battle,
Against this virus so obscure.
“Wheels Song” by Katherine Gallagher
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I don’t know why I’ve got feet
when I could have had wheels,
for wheels go so much faster.
Imagine me flying down our street
not in my trainers or boots
but on wheels, with my ghetto-blaster.
Imagine people turning to stare
and all telling me to slow down
before I caused a disaster.
Imagine me gliding off into space
with a quick little nod to the Moon,
then simply going straight past her. . .
©Katherine Gallagher
“Marathon” by Marque Dobrow
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The both of us, behind the door,
Me in my room, you in yours.
Firmer grows our friendship true
As from my bed I wave to you.
You see me from across the fence:
Our isolation consequence.
“Lockdown” is the word we hear,
Yet in your face I see no fear.
I’m looking forward to the day
When once again we both will play
Underneath the Southern sky,
No longer needing to ask why.
Staying safe with family,
Behind the doors it’s you and me.
And when tomorrow seems so long,
Your smile once more will keep me strong.
“Autumn” by Margaret Pearce
Leave a commentThe sunlight glints across the grass
Touched by frost to a white old age
Of sober tints that will not last.
Soon the mist and shadows will slowly fade
And winter’s cloak will drop again
For one last glimpse of summer’s glory
At the beginning of an autumn morning.
©
Margaret Pearce
Australian Children’s Poetry 