In a Polish village,
opening to the sun,
I found all these flowers
when spring had well begun.
What a splash of colour,
I was lucky to be there,
where ancient wooden houses
huddled round the square.
A Chat With An Orangutan: an experimental poem by James Aitchison
Leave a comment“Hello, kid,” the orangutan said.
“You look very familiar.”
“That’s because,” the young boy said,
“We’re both very similar.”
“But I don’t live in a house, boy,”
The wise orangutan said.
“It doesn’t matter,” the young boy said,
“Where you lay your head…
“The fact is, you and I are friends
“From way back deep in time.”
“If that is so,” the orangutan said,
“Put your hand in mine.”
Teacher’s note: In Bahasa (Indonesian and Malay languages), orang means “man” or “person”, while utan means “jungle”. Thus, the orangutan is a man of the forest. Many experts now believe that the orangutan — not the chimpanzee — is closest to humans in traits and characteristics.
The Mutt Hutt by Jeanie Axton
Leave a commentA custom cut from nose to butt
is what the “Mutt Hutt” does
Snipping, styling the latest trends
and shaving through the fuzz
In through the in door
disarrayed and dirty as can be
Out through the out door
transformed to a beauty queen
Daffodil by Jacinta Lou
Leave a commentPushing up through cold earth.
Determined. Never failing.
The green leaves set the stage.
Presenting – the grand unveiling.
Blushing petals open shyly,
Revealing more to the sun.
Frilly ruff thrown back in triumph.
Yellow face. Spring’s begun.
Wagtails 1 2 3 by Graham Seal
Leave a commentOne willie wagtail sang a sweet song,
he was joined by another
before very long.
Two willie wagtails built a snug nest
with feathers and flowers
and leaves softly pressed.
Three willie wagtails perched in a tree,
mummy and daddy
and baby makes three.
Spring by Toni Newell
Leave a commentThe temperature is rising
There’s music in the air
From birds singing loudly
Their mating calls do fair.
Bare trees now blossom
As bulbs come back to life
The sweet call of Spring
The drake looks for his wife.
Colours surrounds us
On breeze a sweet scent rides
It’s full of new beginnings
It’s Spring where hope resides.
Big Bird Emu by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentBig Bird Emu cannot fly.
Got long legs and big brown eyes;
slender neck and smiley beak;
stringy feathers, mega feet.
Big Bird Emu sits on nest.
Eight whole weeks, no food no rest;
nearly faint from heat and thirst;
wants those chicks to hatch out first.
Shading babies, outstretched wings,
eating grass and insect things.
Eighteen months ‘til they’re full-grown,
big enough, safe on their own.
Big Bird Emu dedicated.
Caring love for little babies.
Get too close might make him mad,
‘cos he’s their Big Bird Emu DAD!
https://kids.britannica.com/kids/article/emu/390741
https://www.bushheritage.org.au/species/emu
My Hidden House by James Aitchison
Leave a commentI have a hidden house
in a garden full of flowers,
and I love to sit in silence
and gaze at it for hours.
The little house was built
in the Gold Rush so I’m told,
but for me it is a treasure
worth more than any gold.
Ballarat, Creswick and Clunes district during the Victorian Gold Rush.
Nice To Be A Snail by Toni Newell
Leave a commentIt would be nice to be a snail,
Carry my house upon my back
And leave a silver trail,
Never needing to unpack.
Out for dinner every day
No kitchen in my house
‘Cause it’s very small inside
Can’t even fit a mouse.
I’d always be close to home
Never far away
And my house I’d fully own
No mortgages to pay.
Cleaning would be a dream
Over in a blink
Giving me much more time
To play and even think.
It would be nice to be a snail
Carry my house upon my back
Never be far from home
And safe when the sky is black.
Two new poems from Michael Buckingham Gray
Leave a commentblack puddle
blower vac
by the bowser
at the petrol station
slick on the surface –
all the water
in the world
unable to wash
it out
droning
driving
black dirt
out onto the road
in front of a white
truck
carrying a load
Australian Children’s Poetry 