Category Archives: Australian children’s poetry

A DAY LIKE NO OTHER by James Aitchison

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Their names are etched forever

beneath a statue’s feet,

or beside a lofty obelisk

on every main street.

They left their farms to fight,

young men who heard the call,

from offices and banks,

prepared to give their all.

Some fell in foreign fields,

in trenches far away,

while others maimed and struggling,   

relived their horrors every day.

The debt our nation owes them —

how can it be repaid?

Let us all remember them,

let not their honour fade.

A DAY LIKE NO OTHER by James Aitchison

Photo sent in by James Aitchison: “George William Aitchison (1873-1950) served with the NSW Volunteer Bushmen in the Boer War”

Teacher’s note: From the Boer War to Afghanistan, 103,101 men and women have died serving Australia.

ANZAC Day (Haiku) by Leigh van der Veen

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Pinned on rosemary 

Cold vermillion sky at dawn 

Wreaths placed, hope for peace. 

ANZAC Day by Leigh van der Veen

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Teachers note: Rosemary grows wild on the Gallipoli peninsular. Australians wear rosemary to honour the sacrifice of service personnel.

Anzac Day (Nonet) by Cody

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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

Bees (Nonet) by Isabelle

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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

Space (Haiku) by Madden

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A cold dark abyss

Multiple planets and stars

So much to explore

Space by Madden – Townsville Grammar School, North Shore

Image from Pixabay

The Owl by Toni Newell

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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

Craft Group by Frankie Rose

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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

Crazy Quasi-Liquid Layer by Celia Berrell

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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

Bedtime (Nonet) by Linda Davidson

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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

The Swing is Mine by Sara Patricia Kelly

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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