Pinned on rosemary
Cold vermillion sky at dawn
Wreaths placed, hope for peace.
ANZAC Day by Leigh van der Veen
Image from Pexels
Teachers note: Rosemary grows wild on the Gallipoli peninsular. Australians wear rosemary to honour the sacrifice of service personnel.
As light creeps slowly we remember,
Those who fought and risked lives in war.
Now they rest eternally,
We will remember them.
We thank the fallen.
Lest we forget,
ANZAC Day.
They die,
Fell.
Anzac Day by Cody – Townsville Grammar School, North Shore
Image from Vecteezy
Little bees flying around the sky,
Pollinating the cute flowers.
Living the beautiful life,
Flying around the woods.
Peacefully buzzing,
Black and yellow.
Very soft
Insects.
Bee!
Bees by Isabelle – Townsville Grammar School, North Shore
Image from Pixabay
A cold dark abyss
Multiple planets and stars
So much to explore
Space by Madden – Townsville Grammar School, North Shore
Image from Pixabay
Eyes open
Wide and yellow
Alert, cold
Not warm and mellow.
A piercing glance
Looks through the night
And guides its wings
When it’s in flight.
The hooting sound
It often makes
Stakes claim to space
And calls for mates.
White feathers smooth
Around the eyes
Resemble marbles
In disguise.
I look at it
And wonder why
It’s been described
As being wise.
The owl so regal
On its perch
Eyes wide open
Of prey in search.
The Owl by Toni Newell
Image from Pixabay
People gathered in the hall
The chatter loudly soaring
Cuppas, biscuits, busy hands
It must be Craft Group morning.
Craft Group by Frankie Rose
Image from Pixabay
Like ballerinas on blue ice
those skaters glide and pirouette
in perfect dance and balance – yet
to know skate’s science would be nice.
Don’t blunder with confusions such
as “ice melts under pressure”.
We’ve found a better measure
which explains why skaters slide so much.
From nought to minus two-hundred (°C)
a Quasi-Liquid Layer is found
on any water-ice around.
The thinnest, smoothest, slippery-spread!
Friction makes our fingers grip.
We’ll hold a biscuit with control
while ice-cubes fumble, drop and roll
because of crazy quasi-slip.
Crazy Quasi-Liquid Layer by Celia Berrell
Image from Pixabay
Tossing and turning, rolling around
Tomorrow’s worries on my mind
Reading my book then lights out
Silent prayers thought about
Pulling up covers
Snuggly and warm
Relaxing
Dreamy
Sleep
Bedtime by Linda Davidson
Image from Pixabay
I climb the stairs and zip down the slide,
I’m racing round the playground.
Hanging from bars and jumping on rocks,
laughing so loud on the merry-go-round.
And when I get my turn on the swing,
I’ll never get off, not ever.
Not even if you promise me cake,
I’m going to swing forever!
The Swing is Mine by Sara Patricia Kelly
Image from Pixabay
High in a tree
lived a gigglegum bird —
its noise was the weirdest
you ever heard.
When it was happy
it made a chirp
that sounded like
a thunderous burp.
It scared a crow,
it scared an owl,
it scared a cow
and made it howl.
Kangaroos heard it
and off they scurried,
platypuses were perplexed
while wombats worried.
So next time you
hear a burp in the bush,
just simply say:
“Gigglegum, shush!”
Beware the gigglegum bird by James Aitchison
Image from Pixabay
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