Sorry Little Star
Twinkle twinkle little star,
Do you wonder who we are
Who shoot our rubbish into space?
Such horrors are the human race!
Twinkle twinkle little star,
Please forgive us from afar
Category Archives: Australian children’s poetry
‘Living Spagetti’ by James Aitchison
Leave a commentLiving spaghetti
Wriggle wriggle, squirm squirm,
Here comes a nice long worm.
Like spaghetti come to life,
What a busy earthworm!
Watch it slide and slither,
Oops, it’s in a dither.
Pick it up now if you dare,
Dangle it in the air.
Wriggle wriggle, squirm squirm,
Thank you, thank you, earthworm!
You let our soil grow good things,
Such a helpful earthworm!
James Aitchison
‘Possums in the Vegie Patch’ by Stephanie Boase
Leave a commentPossums in the Vegie Patch.
Possums in the vegie patch!
Stealing radishes at night.
Pulling off the leaves
Munching, with all their might.
They didn’t like the basil much
But pick a leaf or two,
Nibbled juicy lettuce leaves,
Then found the radishes to chew.
They must have sent a message out
For friends to come around
And share the tasty radishes
They’d fortunately found.
A radish-feasting, possum party
Held at this address!
You’d think they’d clean up afterwards
And not leave such a mess!
‘The Girl Who Was a Bird’ by Jessica Nelson
Leave a commentThe Girl Who Was a Bird
When I was young
I wrote to a girl
(on an island far away)
Who drew her self-portrait
In cheap ballpoint pen:
A bird in a cage.
When I was young
I wrote to a girl
(on an island not so far)
Of my home and land
How I wished she was here:
The bird cried behind bars.
When I was young
I wrote to a girl
(She was brave and strong and true)
Who sang and cried in her cage
In a forgotten attic-space
As she watched the world pass.
When I was a woman
They opened the cage
Long enough for my friend
To spread stiff wings
To soar as songbirds should.
In the blue sky she left my sight.
‘A Special Place’ by Kylie Covark
Leave a commentI’ve got a special place that’s just for me
Where trees soar high and treasures hide in caves.
Where the sun goes to sleep far out at sea
Beneath the waves.
Where colourful birds brighten up the sky,
And paint the world with rainbows as they fly.
I’ve got a special place that’s just for me
Where other people help to fill my cup.
Where people can be who they want to be
When they grow up.
Where everyone can always speak their mind,
And people value others who are kind.
I’ve got a special place that’s just for me
Where I am safe with friends around who care.
A country where we’re lucky to be free
And we can share.
There’s room for new friends in this country too;
I’ve saved a special place right here for you.
‘My Name is Amity’ by Louise McCarthy
Leave a commentI am from the universe –
Beneath the stars, the sun, the moon.
I feel the rain,
I feel the wind,
I see the fields,
I see the mountains,
I hear the river,
I hear the ocean.
I touch the land where I was born.
I touch the wave upon its shore.
I sail away…
I hope,
I dream,
I wish…
I am playing stepping stones.
I am from the planet earth.
Are you from this planet too?
‘Welcome’ by Stephanie Boase
Leave a commentWelcome!
Welcome
Little children,
To this vast, brown land.
Come and share the beauty
We’ve come to understand.
There are no boarder fences here,
Only the sea surrounds.
The air is fresh.
The sky is clear.
No bombs or rubble mounds.
You are not alone
In coming from afar.
Many of us, too
Have sought this
Southern Star.
Come join us,
Little children!
Come, play in the sun.
Welcome
Little children,
For we are all as one!
‘Paper Boats’ by June Perkins
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Paper boats conjure dreams
of petals soaked by
scents of the
ocean.
Traveling boats
float in shadows
people
who have a simple hope
for happy lands,
but white markers sink
in sandy earth
marking graves of people
who cannot resist new germs.
‘Once watched paper boats,’
paternal grandfather says
in Vietnamese
but nobody understands
No translators here.
So shadow puppets dance
for petals
falling from kumquat boughs.
(c) June Perkins
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