Me, I like the past.
You can see what’s behind you
Without a mirror.

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There once was a camel
Out in the desert,
Who craved something sweet
To eat for dessert.
But search as he may,
He found no traces
Of any date trees
Or any oases.

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Teachers’ note: This poem offers a fun opportunity to discuss the differences
between desert/dessert, and the plural of oasis/oases.
The winter chill is here
I feel it on my ears
My hands like ice
Soft wool feels nice
My fleecy jacket keeps me toasty
My cheeks are growing rosy
I look like a pink teddy bear
I feel warm so I don’t care

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high in the tree-top
kookaburras form a choir
notes falling with leaves
my breath clouds like mist
summer bleeds from the branches
I walk on colour

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We can’t know how
someone else feels
(we can only guess).
My point of view
isn’t precisely
the same as yours.
And in that gap,
in that mysterious little divide,
looms a hollowness.
Burning empty with
innocence
or ignorance,
within that crevice,
a glue called “sorry”
may help us mend.

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The bright afternoon is over,
the sun is low in the sky,
the world is holding its breath
and the trees are waving goodbye.
The first night creatures are stirring
and bats come out to play,
as the night spreads over the plain
and claims the leavings of the day.
When the sun goes down by James Aitchison

Desert sunset, Australia. Photo by Ginette Pestana
A patchwork of leaves
blankets the soon-cooling earth.
Seeds sleep until spring.
Bonfire burns brightly,
melting marshmallows like snow.
I dance near the flames.
Red and orange leaves
warm the air of autumn days.
Gaia’s ardent gift.

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