I bent my head
so far back,
I heard it make
a funny crack.
What a sight,
my neck is sore,
still can’t believe
the sky I saw.
It was awesome,
all because
the sky was full
of tomato sauce!
Category Archives: Australian children’s poetry
Visiting My Sister by Toni Newell
Leave a commentI’ve not seen my sister
Since she moved away
Out into the countryside
With acres there to play.
Even when she teased me
I loved her being there
We had fun together
What we had we’d share.
She’s more than my big sister
She is a friend to me
So, I’m going to visit her
Up there in the country.
Photo by Pixabay
Werewolf Woes by Matthew Hartley
Leave a commentI always become a werewolf
when the moon begins to rise.
My clothes get ripped and torn
and then I double up in size.
Although I’ve got no clothes on
after I transform,
it’s really not a worry
as my fur will keep me warm.
When I’m a scary werewolf
out and on the prowl,
for awhile I’m happy,
you should hear me howl.
I really like to run around
searching for my prey.
When I find a tasty meal
they never get away.
But when I’m back to normal
it’s really not much fun.
I have to get back home again
by doing a nudie run.
The Boomerang Returns by Jeanie Axton
Leave a commentThrow the boomerang high in the sky
watch the ancient hunting tool fly
throw it straight and throw it long
up above this tool belongs
Try a lob and give it a boost
see it returning come home to roost
keep on flinging it into the sky
practice makes perfect
Give it a try
Image by Spencer Wing from Pixabay
Dream Big by Elizabeth Myers
Leave a commentI’m watching the Olympic Games, they come to us from France
A huge range there of sports for all-there’s even the break dance.
I wish that I could be there, and I think that I will aim
For Brisbane 2032-I’ll be there I proclaim!
My favourite sport is swimming-I had better start to learn
I have a lot of work to do for accolades I yearn
I’ll need to get up early and to swim a lot of laps
And hope with all my work I’m not so tired I collapse
Perhaps I need a coach on board, Dean Boxhall seems the best
He’ll work on my nutrition, making sure I get some rest
He ‘ll show me how to do the strokes, the freestyle and the back
And teach me how to do it well and highlight where I lack.
But still, there’s more to practice and a wealth of things to learn
Like diving in and breathing right and even how to turn
The good thing is there’s still 8 years to make sure I am ready
With hard work and determination, progress slow but steady
I see myself as Ariane or even Molly O.
Or Kaylee M or Emma Mac, all medalists, you know.
My dream is clear and focused, to aim high like the sun
No matter the result, if I can do my best I’ve won
I step up on the podium and gaze into the crowd
The spectators of Aussies and my family are so proud
Australian flag is risen, and the anthem starts to play
My medal gold around my neck, I’m champion today.
Life With LUCA by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentLUCA is the Last Universal Common Ancestor
We don’t know how it started:
this awesome life on Earth.
Were muddy ponds or thermal vents
the source of all our births?
Life is so incredible
and beautiful as well.
Growing many Earthly forms
from LUCA’s lovely cell.
And when our Earth eventually dies
engulfed by ageing Sun,
five billion years or so from now,
will ALL of life be gone?
Or should we plan a rocket-launch
of microbes to the stars
and set life’s cycle off again
on planets wide and far?
Image from Pixabay
Fox Amongst The Chickens by James Aitchison
Leave a commentShe heard our roar and rumble,
from far away Australia.
She set her sights and off she went —
she had no thought of failure.
Gold’s her favourite colour,
and the whole world is impressed.
There is no doubt in my mind:
Jess Fox is jess the best!
Red Raincoat Rap by Sharon Hammad
Leave a commentI’m a smart and stylish raincoat
Ruby red with stripes inside.
I’ve many secret pockets where
Your precious things can hide.
I’ve lots of zippers, long and short,
And studs that pop and click.
My velcro makes you tug-of-war,
So strongly does it stick.
My hood fits snugly round your face–
Just pull the drawstring please.
You won’t get cold if you pick me:
I block the stiffest breeze.
Oh no, don’t bother with the blue,
Its colour is quite pale.
And do you think those buttons
Would withstand a howling gale?
Besides the fun you’ll have with me,
I’ll keep you warm and dry.
You’ll have to search the UNIVERSE
To find a better buy.
Oh well, it seems it’s not my day.
Your mum is hardly keen.
She says blue coat might be the nicest
One she’s ever seen.
Then, suddenly, you shake your head
Insisting I’m for you,
And soon we’re heading out the door…
You, me and blue coat too!
Photo by Vecteezy
Go, Glacier, Go! by James Aitchison
Leave a commentA gloomy glazier
went up a glacier
to have a look at the snow.
Without any haze
he could cast his gaze
over the icy flow.
Then down the mountain
like a freezing fountain
the ice began to travel.
Down they came,
glazier and glacier —
a mess you couldn’t unravel.
Photo by Pixabay
Handfuls of Happiness by Pauline Cleary
Leave a commentThere is no magic rainbow, no pot of gold,
no endless pleasure, in spite of what we’re told
but there’s actually something better, manageable and right.
There are handfuls of happiness, pockets of delight.
There is:
the glimpse of a blue wren hopping through the trees;
a snatch of sweet music caught on the breeze;
the smile of a neighbour; the wave of a friend;
the book that you’re reading you don’t want to end.
There is:
the person in the supermarket who lets you go ahead
in the longest queue ever and you’ve only got bread;
running into friends you haven’t seen in a while
an ice-cream in a café, a laugh and a smile.
There is:
the mist on the river on a cold winter’s day
the man who says good morning as you both go on your way
the old friend who calls; the new friend you meet
the bustle of people moving up the street.
There is:
the gaze of your dog, eyes soft and brown
the first forget-me-not peeking through the ground;
the start of a holiday, a walk on the sand;
the breeze in your face, the touch of a hand.
There are handfuls of happiness, times that just feel right
and we welcome every moment, those pockets of delight.
Photo from Pexels by Javon Swaby
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