Spring Is A Thing by Celia Berrell

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Spring is a thing,
a seasonal symphony.
Singing its songs within nature’s fine harmony.

Plants grow new buds, putting leaves on display.
Birds return home from warm winter holidays.
Insects emerge from their dark hibernation.
There’s feeding and breeding and plant propagation!

Plants take their cues
from the air’s warmer ways,
while birds are called home by the length of the days.

Cold snaps confuse some key pollinators.
Should they wake up or remain hibernators?
Come out too early, no food will have grown.
Come out too late and their flowers have gone.

Spring is a thing.
A seasonal symphony.
Dancing with daylight and climate’s warm mystery.

Photo from Pixabay

Spring Breeze by Louise McCarthy

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See the pretty blossoms on the trees:

Red, pink, white,

Then gone in a minute,

Stolen by the breeze.

Photo from Pexels by Brett Sayles

Scooter Squad by Graham Seal

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They’re tearing down

the tarmac street,

rushing by

with flying feet.

Pushing scooters 

far too fast,

hope they stack ’em

on the grass!

Photo from Pexels by Marie-Ève Beaulieu

Fields of Spring by Dianne Bates

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A wilderness of tea-trees

In our paddock playground

One free day in the midst of childhood

A day filled with everything

We are wild things,

Charging, ducking, hiding,

Flies swatting our sweaty faces

A dove, startled, flies up and

Petals fall like a sprinkle of rain

As we play

Cowboys and Indians

With imaginary guns

Bang! Bang! You’re dead!

Falling to the ground face-up

Wisps of clouds slide above

As if breathing in and out.

Photo from Pexels by jonas mohamadi

How Long Will We Have Islands? by James Aitchison

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“I’m rising,” said the sea,

“there’s no room for you and me…”

On Tuvalu, people fear

their home soon will disappear.

The Maldives now are on the brink,

and Kiribati too will sink.

Five Solomon islands already lost,

beneath the rising waves were tossed.

Do we ignore the ocean’s drive,

or will we help our friends survive?

One million face uncertainty,

in a global warming catastrophe.

Photo by Asad Photo Maldives

This Is My Chair! by James Aitchison

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This is my chair,

keep away!

It’s very nice, 

so here I’ll stay.

It matches me,

a perfect tone,

so leave me be,

up here alone!

The Crossing by Toni Newell

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The sky was turning darker
Minutes quickly passing by
As stars began to twinkle
In the fading lost light sky.

Void moon increases darkness
Sleeping humans in their bed
The drop into their body
Is swift but not widespread.

Spirits come out dancing
The crossing has been made
And there within the darkness
The spirits do invade.

A body borrowed for the night
Instead of floating free
The spirits take possession
But not for eternity.

Then early in the morning
Before it is daylight
The reversal begins
Spirits take their flight.

Bodies dispossessed
And unaware of all
Life continues on
Until spirits once more call.

Photo by Pixabay

The Story of Melvyn McFigg by James Aitchison

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Mervyn McFigg

lost his wig, 

it blew off in the breeze.

It came to rest

in a bird’s nest,

in the highest of high gum trees.

Mervyn McFigg,

to retrieve his wig,

climbed up that mighty tree.

But at the top,

a bald bird said, “Stop!

Your wig now belongs to me!”

Yakety – Yak by James Aitchison

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Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,

is all I hear all day.

Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,

is all people have to say.

Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,

on and on it goes,

yakety-yak, yakety-yak,

see their mouths open and close.

Yakety-yak on the TV,

yakety-yak on my phone,

yakety-yak, yakety-yak,

why don’t they leave me alone!

Homeless by Toni Newell

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Blue skies are my ceiling
Sometimes they are grey
My life is on the edge
Dependent on the day.

Wind can be my enemy
When it’s icy cold
But if it’s from the north
Its warmth is to behold.

Living in the elements
Challenges every day
And relying on charity
Is a heavy price to pay.

Income is a problem
And rent I do not pay
I have no walls around me
No permanent place to stay.

I don’t have a job
Some think that I am lazy
But I have no fixed address
Bureaucracy is crazy.

We’re not all dealt a fair hand
When it comes to life
Some get it very easy
And others only strife.

I didn’t choose my destiny
I had very little say
I reacted to the punches
That life cast out my way.

So, when you see me on the street
Know that I am human too
I may not have a home address
But I have a heart and soul like you.

Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay