“Leaving home” by Jenny Erlanger

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Leaving home

 

I think I’ll leave home

‘cause just lately I’ve found

that with all that I do

I am never around.

There’s Drama on Mondays

from six until eight

and it’s not long to bed

when I get home so late.

On Tuesdays there’s tennis,

an hour long session

and Wednesdays are saved

for the Yamaha lesson.

Evenings on Thursdays

are always the same.

I train with my team

for the next footy game.

On Fridays it’s swimming,

I’m off to the pool

and for hours in between

I’m just sitting at school.

So, I’m hardly at home,

no, I’m never about.

I may as well pack up my things…

and move out!

 

 

First published in “Giggles and Niggles” (Haddington Press, 2007)

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“South Beach” by Katherine Gallagher

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South Beach

 

 

 

This is the dangerous time, sky clouding:

lifesavers on the alert, intermittently moving the flags,

shoals of swimmers still keening the fray.

 

Only a narrow stretch of ocean left now

between the signposts, the spume growing wilder

lifting more boldly – you imagine yourself drawn in,

tugged all ways past the horizon.

 

Isn’t it enough just to be here on this ivory sand

watching breakers curl against clouds darkening, still far out,

spellbound by the limitless, the reach of coast?

 

Six o’clock now, the show’s closing down.

A few paragliders swoop in

while children put final touches to their sandcastle.

Soon they’ll carry water to the moat.

 

 

 

 

©Katherine Gallagher2010

(from Carnival Edge: New & Selected Poems, Arc Publications, 2010)

 

“Four Legs” by Penny Szentkuti

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Four Legs

 

Four legs and a tail –

it could be a dog.

Four legs and a croak?

That’s a frog!

Four legs and a hump –

it must be a camel.

Four legs and fur?

It’s some kind of mammal.

 

But four legs and a mane –

long legs for trotting,

strong galloping legs,

and a tail for fly swatting?

That’s easy now,

I know it of course!

That four legged friend

is a horse.

 

Penny Szentkuti

“Another Week Already” by Julie Cahill

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Another Week Already?

 

Sunday is our day of rest
Monday’s Sunday’s getting dressed
Tuesday comes and Tuesday goes
Wednesday’s humped like Nanna’s hose
cause Thursday is her watering day
and Friday dries Thursday away
but fills us all with hopes and dreams
for Saturday’s delish icecreams
each ending with ‘THIS week’s been the best’
Waking then, yes you guessed
Sunday is our day of rest
and no, it’s not a weekday test.
Julie Cahill

“The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo” by Stephanie Boase

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The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo

The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo

Is a very strange creature, it’s true!

He’s as tall as a man

And stout as a ram

With a long, shaggy coat of blue.

The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo

Loves to find nuts to chew.

His teeth are as strong

As the river is long

But he also loves apple stew.

The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo

Has been seen by very few.

He hides in the billabong by day

And then comes happily out to play

At night, amongst the dew.

The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo;

Where to find him? I haven’t a clue!

I’d like to meet him just for fun,

Play ‘Hide and Seek’ or ‘Tag and Run’

With the Thing-a-me-bunyaroo…  Wouldn’t you?

“A SEASONAL TELESTITCH” by James Aitchison

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A SEASONAL TELESTITCH

  

The end of cold days:

Farewell! Adieu!

The sun rises warm

But expect a quick storm,

Then catch a wave —

It’s my kind of weather!

 

The sunsets glow red

Across Australia,

We’re all on holiday —

The best of all times!

               

James Aitchison

 

 TELESTITCH

A telestitch is the opposite of an acrostic.  Discover the poem’s hidden message by reading the last letter (rather than the first) of each line.

Give it a try

And most of all — have fun!

“Unknown Soldier” by Katherine Gallagher

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Unknown Soldier

 

 

We have covered him with real flowers

and taken him from country to country.

 

It’s always the same journey –

people standing in the streets

silently saluting

as we carry him by.

 

And our hands tremble

under his weight,

our eyes are shocked

by the riddle of tongues

presenting the same paradox

in every country –

the whole human voice as background

shrilled to fever

about keeping the guns at bay.

 

Katherine Gallagher

(Published in Carnival Edge, New & Selected Poems, (Arc Publications, 2010)

AARDVARK, APE, BARRACUDA, BUTTERFLY AND BEAR By Jan Darling

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AARDVARK, APE, BARRACUDA, BUTTERFLY AND BEAR

 

Crowds, rabbles and throngs, clubs, hordes and troupes

Are Collectives for people who gather in Groups

But what do we call friends who are woolly and furry

Barking or whistling, singing or purry?

When they get together with family and friends

What is the word for their special blends?

 

Let’s start with the alphabet, that means the A

Which letter was first from the Ark would you say?

It wasn’t the whale, the worm or the shark –

But a shy bunch of prickles we call the Aardvark.

If you should meet lots of aardvaarks at once

And call them an Armoury, you’d not be a dunce.

 

If you’re keen on games and like jokes and japes

You’ll be happy to meet a grouping of Apes

But what will you call them – this family of jokers…

This smart clever band of naughty provokers?

The word is descriptive, it’s perfectly apt

A *Shrewdness of Apes has them all neatly capped.

 

Now think of the sea, in the depths of the ocean

Where swims a predator in fast or slow motion

He is hunted and eaten, grows more than three meters

Provides tasty meals and feeds plenty of eaters

He’s a high-powered fish and fond of flattery

When found in groups it’s a Barracuda Battery.

 

Our next group of B is from land, not the sea

And some of his kind live and sleep in a tree

Some like the snow, others the jungle

The name for this lot seems a silly bungle

It’s a **Sleuth or a Sloth when you see many Bears

An affliction of fiction from hundreds of years.

 

The last of our B’s flies dainty and free

Over the land but seldom the sea

She does beautiful things with colourful wings

She dances o’er flowers as the sweet bird sings

A Flutter of Butterflies is commonly heard

But Kaleidoscope’s often the Collective word.

 

 

Jan Darling

 

Teaching Notes:

 

Sounds of the Aardvark:  soft grunts as it forages (looks for food like antnests); loud grunts as it approaches its nest entrance and soft bleats if frightened.

 

What do you call a group of Aardvaarks?

 

How many ‘As’ are there in Aardvaark?

 

Sounds of the Ape: sounds like something between a series of dog yaps and UGH!The sound is called a ‘jibber’.

 

What do you call a group of Apes?

 

What is the meaning of ‘shrewd’?

 

*Shrewd means both clever and sharp.   Apes are known to observe you closely, often appearing to deduce what your next move will be.

 

 

Sounds of the Barracuda:  Sadly, most fish sounds are inaudible to the human ear.  But if we could hear them, fish-talk would sound like purrs, grunts, hums, clicks and hoots.

 

What is a group of Barracuda called?

Information not included in the poem: Barracuda can grow up to 100 cm and weigh up to 9 kilos.    They can live 10-15 years because they have few natural predators – only man, sharks and the Orca whale.

 

Sounds of Bears:  Each Bear family has a different sound, they growl and when angry they roar, Bear cubs make a hoarse bawl when they’re scared, they also make whuffing noises and they moan and grumble.

 

What is the name for a group of Bears?

 

What characteristic does this name imply?

 

**Both Sleuth and Sloth come from Old and Middle English.  Some writers associate the idea of Bears often seeming to look for things with ‘sleuth’ or detective.  Most agree that Sloth comes from Old English Slow-th, meaning slow.  We now know that not all Bears are slow.  In fact you should never run from a bear – he can cover 50 yards in 3 seconds!   And your running will just encourage him.  

 

Yards: an imperial measure equal to the metric measure of  0.9144.    Discuss Imperial and Metric measures.

 

What sounds do baby bears make?

 

Sounds of the Butterfly:  they flutter – an onomatapoeiac word.

 

Onomatapoeia is a “figure of speech” – it describes a word that itself sounds like the subject it refers to!

 

What are examples of onomatapoeiac words?

Baa-lamb.  Baa is the sound that the lamb makes.  

Or sizzle – the sound that the steak makes.

Buzz – the sound a bee makes.

 

What is a group of butterflies called?

 

Information not included in the poem:  The butterfly has four different stages of growth: the Egg, 100-300 are laid at a time.  The Caterpillar: the egg produces a caterpillar which grows to its final size and then becomes the Pupa (which are usually attached to the underside of a leaf), which finally produces the Butterfly.

 

All sounds are available online.  Simply Google ‘Sound of the …’ and you will be taken either to a dedicated website or to YouTube.

“If I had a pony” by Julie Dascoli

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If I had a pony

 

If I had a pony, only if I did,

I would call him Darcy, Darcy the Kid.

I would feed him carrots and sometimes some hay,

I would brush his long tail and ride him all day.

Out of the paddock, through the rusty gate,

We’ll be friends forever, as Darcy’s my mate.

When the sun is setting, and the birds go to bed,

I will say “Good night,” and kiss his sweet head.

“The Seahorse and the Mermaid” by Madonna George

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The Seahorse and the Mermaid
The seahorse and the mermaid went up to the water’s edge one day
To glimpse at the world above-
Together they winked and leapt out of the water and to golden sands they played.
They strolled in the shine of the sun, and warmed their bodies and giggled some more.
For their’s was an adventure that day
An odyssey different to the sea.
The shells they found were presents for Neptune and all the seahorses galore,
that fretted and cried for seahorse’s absence.
For they were creatures of the sea
A family yet unamed by sciences and formulas
The mermaid she dipped her sunbronzed body
back into the sea and sweetly murmured to the seahorse
Wait for me!
Madonna George