Molly by Jeanie Axton

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Up the tree Molly flew

to a bird attached at the top

But halfway up her nail stuck

and there she had to stop

In the midst of all the tree lights

Molly let out a cat like groan

“If you get me down from here now

I’ll leave that bird alone”

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Riding The Glacier by James Aitchison

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You’re never the same

from one day to the next,

and nobody knows

quite what to expect.

I’m told that you move

four metres a day,

and that’s very fast 

for glaciers, they say.

And if I stayed overnight, 

I could hear you speak,

as your ice groans and shifts

around every peak.

Teacher’s note: New Zealand’s Franz Joseph Glacier is unique for its steepness and speed.  It stretches from a height of 3,000 metres down to 240 metres in less than 11 kilometres.  It can shift up to four metres a day; most glaciers travel one metre a day.  People camped on its slopes report hearing the glacier “groan” as it moves.  At its base is a rainforest! 

Photo by Ginette Pestana

It’s Christmas Time . . .

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I’m a bit late as the first week of Christmas is almost over but . . . let’s get our trees up, put on the decorations, add some lights and sparkle and hope for Santa to come! Other celebrations at this time of year include Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, International Volunteer Day (Dec 5) and International Migrants Day (Dec 18).

Christmas is a time for family, reflection and being thankful, so wherever you are and whatever you choose to celebrate in December, I hope it is a happy and safe time.

From my family to yours HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Send your December poems to ozchildrenspoetry@gmail.com

Please note: Australian Children’s Poetry will take a small break from responding to emails and publishing poetry from December 20 through to January 5, 2025. We will be back publishing your wonderful poetry from January 6, 2025.

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Pink Christmas by Sarah Sharma

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Dreams come true on Christmas eve’s night.
Oh, how my spirit was so bright.
The night before Christmas was an amazing day,
Everyone decorated without a delay.

Awaiting the moment, the grandest show,
With Santa’s sleigh that would slowly but gracefully flow.
A pack full of gifts,
Is what he lifts.

He will soon appear,
Spreading laughter and cheer.
In the shade of pink is where the snowflake danced,
Where couples in the snow also prance.

In this land of wonder, oh very sweet and bright,
A pink Christmas night, such a mere delight.
Love and warmth in the air it flows.
Christmas is a place where it snows.

Sarah is 11 years old and this is her first contribution to our site.

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Living and Giving by Jan Darling

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Hello! Is anyone there?  Hello and Hello!
I’m the handsome Cape African buffalo
No one’s succeeded in taming me
So I live contented, wild and free

Apart from hopeful lions and crocs
I survive quite well with very few shocks.
My worst nightmare? to be stalked and hunted
And by men with guns to be confronted

They shoot me dead, my blood runs red
Then on their walls they mount my head.
No care that each pair of stolen horns
Leaves a buffalo mother who weeps and mourns.

We’re one of Africa’s most dangerous beasts
At frightening hunters, we’re quite the artistes.
We’re heavy and stocky and pretty darned large
So, gun bearing hunters who force us to charge

Take one of us on and you take on the herd
We all fight together, once given the word.
Both buffalo genders grow great curly horns
Just perfect for running through bush and through thorns

The horns of the male grow a whole fifth longer
And they’re joined in the middle to make them stronger
This difference in structure is called the ‘boss’
The females don’t have it, but it’s really no loss.

Cape’s a strong buffalo – eighteen hours on the go
Daily hunting and grazing and dodging his foe
Thirty points off two m* is around his height –
Now that’s tall enough to give hunters a fright.

And get this:  he can often weigh close to a ton
A beast that size could sure spoil your fun.
Now – here’s a special word to enrich your life
But using it may cause all sorts of strife

Most people your age have never seen it
And yet in some ways they’ve probably been it!
Well come on then, let’s have the word
I want to be a clever nerd.

Symbiotic’s the word, it means helping each other
Working together, like friend and brother.
An example of this is the buffalo’s cleaner
On head or back, you’ll not see one keener

Than the little Oxpecker who scours his skin
Making really sure that no nasties get in.
The Oxpecker bird has a bill red or yellow
He’s a useful mate and a really good fellow.

He picks off the ticks that bother the buff’
He eats all the insects that make his life rough
And by cleaning his friend he gets a good meal
And both of them reckon that that’s a good deal.

Without the bird he’d be covered with ticks
That’s not a good way to get your kicks
So the little Oxpecker performs this service
He does it for free – no need to get nervous

They give to each other, that’s really nice
And there’s never a word said about price.
That’s all for today of the African jungle
My brain’s asleep and I don’t want to bungle

The info I share ‘bout this Natural wonder
And the dear little birds who peck and plunder
So I’ll say goodbye and a snooze I’ll borrow –
I’ll be on the next page as soon as tomorrow.

*m = metres

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Heavenly Jingle Bells by Celia Berrell

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Horses trotting happily while
pulling on a cutter sleigh
was quite a common sight to see
in winter’s north-west USA.

This was the eighteen-fifties, when
Pierpont made his catchy song.
Created for Thanksgiving, then
it stayed ‘til Christmas came along.

New gramophone technology
soon spread this song across the seas.
Now JINGLE BELLS stars frequently
in winter-time festivities.

Two astronauts on Gemini Six,
December nineteen-sixty-five,
with sleigh bells and harmonica
performed this song in space – yes LIVE!

https://www.britannica.com/one-good-fact/what-was-the-first-song-played-in-space

Chicken Coop by L. McCarthy

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“Bawk bok, bok choy!” Pronounced the chicken,
“Bawk bok, bok choy!”
“Bawk bok, bok choy!”
What a clever little chicken!
“Bawk bok, bok choy!” it said,
And I was only just then thinkin’
What to put in with the chicken –
What to add into the coop.
So! Bawk bok, bok choy it is!
And I’ll plant it near where chicken said –
The bawk bok bok bok bok bok broccoli!

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Almost Christmas by Pauline Cleary

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Familiar tunes float through stores;
holly, tinsel, wreathes on doors;
sparkling trees, the scent of pine.
Can it be almost Christmas time?

Elves on shelves, all playing tricks;
bells and baubles, candy sticks;
Silent Night the carolers chime
Maybe it’s nearly Christmas time.

Whispered plans and secret lists;
crinkly paper, wrapping gifts;
fairy lights on trees entwined.
It surely must be Christmas time.

Kindness, sharing, reaching out
to friends and family and all around;
peace and joy in hearts and minds.
Yes, it really is Christmas Time!

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A St Andrew’s Day Feast by James Aitchison

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Cullen skink and haggis,

fresh scallops and much more,

Stornoway Black Pudding,

we’ll eat them, shore to shore.

St Andrew’s Day is our day,

we’ll feast and dance till late,

a legend of a thousand years 

is ours to celebrate.

Teacher’s note: November 30th celebrates St Andrew, the patron saint of Scotland, although he never set foot in the country.  A Galilean fisherman, he was the first Christian disciple, St Peter’s brother, and an early martyr.  According to legend, his bones were brought to Scotland for safe keeping by a monk, and later vanished into the mists of time.  Scotland’s national flag is St Andrew’s Saltire Cross.  (Cullen skink is a delicious creamy seafood soup, a true Scottish delicacy!)

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I, Eagle by James Aitchison

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I am an eagle now in flight,

my wings will lift me high,

above the crowded peaks

that claw into the sky.

I soar among the jagged crags,

they hold no fear for me;

this is the eagle’s kingdom,

and the eagle will be free.

Photo by James Aitchison