Unpacking The Webb Telescope by Celia Berrell

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First, un-pleat some solar cells
and wag that space antenna tail
to give our telescope some power
for data-sending mail.
Open sides, like two long arms,
then stretch-out layers of silver veils
to make a heat-shield from the Sun.
Too hot, our Webb could fail.
Next, erect the smaller mirror
then a radiator,
before reflective parts hinge wide.
That giant mirror’s locked, both sides,
to make a golden-petal flower
with infra-red its viewing power,
to be an ancient star-locator.
Deepest history translator!

Inspired by animation of deployment
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzGLKQ7_KZQ

Goose On The Loose by James Aitchison

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Hey, hey, the goose got away,

down the street

on its two webbed feet!

“Honk, honk! Out of my way

I want to do my shopping today!”

(Teacher’s note: Apart from flock, what other collective nouns apply to geese? It all depends where they are.  Geese on the ground are a gaggle, or if they are flying, a skein, a trip or a team.  If flying in formation, they’re a wedge.  Geese flying close together are a plump.  Some other choices: a chevron, a nide, a lag, a sord, and the poet’s favourite, a christmas of geese!)

Mortimer Frog by James Aitchison

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Mortimer Frog lived down by the creek, 

Down by the creek he lived.

And he croaked by the creek,

Croak, croak, croak,

Down by the creek he croaked.

A Very Funny Animal by Norah Colvin

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It isn’t quite a beaver, though it has a beaver’s tail,

A freshwater-living mammal, much smaller than a whale.

It’s something like an otter with body dressed in fur.

Its bill and feet are duck-like but it has a poisonous spur.

It burrows into riverbanks to lay its eggs therein.

It swims around in waters while having not one fin.

If you come across it, I urge you not to scream.

It wouldn’t ever harm you. It’s just a monotreme.

Its name can be quite tricky, but you’ll learn it without fuss.

So try:

               Or –

                      Or – nith – or

                             Ornithorhynchus,

You might call it the platypus.

The Pillow That Couldn’t Sleep by James Aitchison

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There once was a pillow

that couldn’t sleep,

not even when

it counted sheep. 

It stared at the ceiling

all through the night,

until over the sill

came dawn’s bright light.

A Murder of Crows by James Aitchison

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I saw a tree

full of crows,

crows in rows,

rows and rows. 

How many crows? 

Heaven knows!

(Teacher’s note: The collective term for a group of crows is a murder, a horde, a hover, a mob, a parcel, a parliament, even a storytelling of crows.)

Tree House by Jacinta Lou

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Home to birds and bugs.
Wasps, spiders, grubs and tree house.
Empty when wasps feed.

(In response to Prompt #5)

Image credit: Jacinta Lou

The Desert Oak by James Aitchison

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They stand in desert heat and chill,

Needles drooping as in sleep,

Millions of them resting still

Upon the vast red plain.

Invincible, their roots run deep,

And after fire they grow again.

In response to TREES Prompt

My Little Robot by Graham Seal

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I had a little robot

and it was very smart.

It could tell me anything

but it didn’t have a heart.

Below are a few links that may be of interest if you’re looking to find out more about Artificial Intelligence.

Tech Target

ChatGPT

Artiphoria

The Shetland Pony by James Aitchison

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I’d love a Shetland pony, 

not too high but low.

What a gentle ride he’d be,

not too fast but slow.

I’d love a Shetland pony,

the colour of a bear.

But how does he see where to go

through all that long, long hair?

(Teacher’s note: Shetland ponies originated in the Shetland Isles, located northeast of mainland Scotland.  They are very hardy and have survived the harsh Shetland climate since the Bronze Age.)