Dedicated to Gwen and her Golden Retriever Louie.
The sun is setting
a coloured sky awaits,
“Lets get moving
We cant be late”
We walk and we talk
as we pick up the pace,
towards the sunset
at our sacred place.
To the end of the pier
we arrive at our spot,
out comes the phone
for our nightly shot.
On the way home
I look back and grin
“Thanks for the walk,
Lets do this again”.
Aboard an old steam loco,
many years ago,
the driver and the fireman
worked by the firebox glow.
They stood upon the footplate,
wood layered over steel,
where the engine driver could
control the loco’s wheels.
The fireman shovelled coal —
he had no time to dream —
heating water in the boiler
to keep up lots of steam.
I did not see the cat play dead.
I did not see her on my head—
I did not see her hide inside
My newest hairdo wild and wide.
I did not hear her caterwaul,
Nor see the scratches on the wall,
I did not see her eat the mouse,
Or hide the body ‘neath the house.
I did not give her balls of yarns
Stored up in Grandma’s giant barns,
Nor see her with her claws destroy
Gran’s crochet, with a look so coy,
Nor leap off Grandma’s rocking-chair,
I did not see her anywhere—
I did not see her tip the vase
Of flowers, or upset the jars,
Or scowl to spy the neighbor’s cat,
Or hide under the tall top hat—
All that I saw was clearly that:
The cat sat on the mat.
I wonder who lived here;
I wonder why they went?
What fate struck these pioneers
and left their spirit spent?
They built their dreams to last,
stone by golden stone,
but now these dismal relics
lie ragged and alone.
Teacher’s note: One of many abandoned dwellings in Burra, South Australia.
The monster approaching with giant black eyes
looks hostile and ever so chilling.
Its freaky companion, of frightening size,
is certainly out for a killing.
And standing nearby is another weird creep.
This one’s pretty skinny and hairy.
It must be a zombie, it seems half asleep.
I’ve never seen something so scary.
And here comes a creature with blood-coated jaws
whose stare is quite clearly satanic.
It’s carving the air with its menacing claws
and looks most decidedly manic.
A lot more have gathered and formed into groups,
they’re constantly shrieking or grunting.
Assembled together in nightmarish troops,
They’re focused on scaring and hunting.
The treats have been awesome, the feast’s been a blast,
as always, a night to remember.
Of course, the excitement is not going to last.
Tomorrow’s the start of November.
In response to Celebrations prompt
Skeletons dance to a haunting tune,
as witches chant their spells to the moon.
Zombies march. White ghosts howl.
Cats screech loudly to the hoot of an owl.
Lock up your children, keep them inside.
Beware what will happen, so run – run and hide.
They will join in the march, zombies witches and more,
and fill you with dread as they knock on your door.
Knock. Knock. KNOCK!
Trick or treat?
In response to Celebrations prompt
You can carry a laptop to school,
but it wasn’t always that way.
The first computers were huge,
way back in the day.
They were used to break secret codes,
so we’d know the enemy’s plans.
And after the war was over,
they were soon in everyone’s hands.
We take them for granted today,
but once they didn’t exist.
If we didn’t have them now,
do you think they would be missed?
Teacher’s note: During the Second World War, Alan Turing (1912—1954) was a code breaker who worked in Hut 8 at Bletchley Park in England. Pictured above is a bombe, the electromechanical machine which cracked the enemy’s Enigma code. Turing’s pioneering work in computer technology sped the development of today’s computers. It is estimated that his code breaking computer science shortened the war in Europe by more than two years and saved over 14 million lives.
I bought a tube of toothpaste
and squeezed it from the top.
I was getting lots of toothpaste out,
till people yelled for me to stop!
“You should squeeze it from the bottom,
then roll the tube up neatly.
That way you won’t waste toothpaste
’cause you’ll use it all completely!”
Teacher’s note: Use this poem to ask students how they avoid wasting toothpaste and other products around the home, and why it’s a good idea to avoid wastage of any kind.
I love birthdays
Welcome down to Earth days
Full of fun and mirth days
Widening the girth days
Evaluating worth days
Leading back to earth days
I love birthdays!
In response to Celebrations prompt.
We’re celebrating pasta
all around the world,
spaghetti and linguine
are being swirled and twirled.
Ravioli’s all the rage!
Rigatoni’s lots of fun!
I think my gnocchi rocks!
Some penne anyone?
Macaroni and fusilli,
canelloni, fettuccine,
tagliatelle, vermicelli,
agnolini, tortellini —
Let’s celebrate them all,
every kind of pasta!
There’s nothing like a pasta
to fill your tummy faster.
In response to Celebrations prompt.
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