Gentle look giver
And of soft, knowing back pats
Loving, truth-teller.
Mumsie by Leigh van der Veen
Image from Pixabay
Category Archives: Australian children’s poetry
Choices by Andrew Plant
Leave a commentWhether we wills or
Whether we won’ts
Whether we dos or
Whether we don’ts
Whether we oughts or
Whether we on’ts
It all depends on choice
Whether we shalls or
Whether we shan’ts
Whether we cans or
Whether we can’ts
Whether we mights or
Whether we man’ts
It all depends on choice
Choice is rather marvelous gift
It offers a moment to make a shift
To think through or guess
To say no or yes
To do right or wrong
To be weak or strong
To be good or bad
To be calm or mad
Whether we wins or whether we loses
Depends in the end on how we chooses
Choices by Andrew Plant
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A Mother’s Love by Linda Davidson
Leave a commentA mother’s love is like a freshly picked bouquet;
Full of life and colour, making everything okay.
A mother’s love is like the brightest shining star;
Lighting the way with warmth, even from afar.
A mother’s love is like the best pages from a book;
Guiding with truth and wisdom, as you take a fresh look.
A mother’s love is like a lioness watching her cubs play;
Defending and providing as you grow stronger every day.
A mother’s love is like a moon beam full of gentle light;
As her prayers of protection keep you safe at night.
A mother’s love is celebrated on a special Sunday each year.
Spend some time with Mum in May to show her that you care.
A Mother’s Love by Linda Davidson
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Mr Whale Says Hello by Bill Mallard
Leave a commentAhoy there, school of fish,
who may you be?
“We are not fish, we are children.
We don’t belong in the sea.”
Then how are you swimming beside me
as if you are under the water?
“We aren’t swimming, we’re walking.
We’re dry while you’re getting wetter.”
Walking you say. I heard that a fish
tried something like that,
before my time.
“Yes, we learnt that at school.
Our teacher said
fish became mammals
on leaving the sea behind.”
That means we’re related
and you’re just like me!
“Yes, Mr Whale, we are just like you
because we all came from the sea.”
Mr Whale Says Hello by Bill Mallard
Artwork: AQUARIUM by Kaushani Mufti
Clever Carmel by Edwina Smith
Leave a comment“I like the heat,
freezing nights too,
clear cloudless skies
with stars blinking through.
Grant me a wilderness
so desolate and dry,
that echoes in its silence
for every passer-by.
“I’m not a fussy eater
but know just where to look.
I can eat the plants
which make others really crook!
My soft lips of velvet
take thistle, thorn or prickle.
I’ll nibble away without delay;
their spikes barely tickle.
“For those who do believe
my hump’s a jerrycan,
I would like to share with you
why that is not the plan.
It’s how I store some fat
to use when times are tough,
for energy and water
and if that’s not enough,
I recycle vapour
back along my nose;
a clever way to sort
and solve my water woes.
“My long and steady legs
cut distance every stride;
padded feet for trekking
won’t split, sink or slide.
No matter the terrain
hills, rocks or sand,
we can journey onward
across the desert land.
“These eyes have luscious lashes,
and my face shows a grin.
I can shut my nostrils
to stop sand from getting in!
Strong, tough and hardy;
they say we are all three.
We’re made for desert life
as I was meant to be.
“Now in modern times
trekking ‘s still the same.
I’m here among my Caravan
and Carmel is my name.
Relax to the rhythm
of rock, roll and sway,
all in line with my friends
and we are on our way.”
CLEVER CARMEL BY EDWINA SMITH
Image from Pixabay
Roo Road Rules by Celia Berrell
1 CommentWhy do kangaroos cross the road?
To get to the other side!
But ’roos don’t know their highway code
and some of them have died.
When travelling through Aussie bush,
best keep your eyes peeled wide.
Watch for signs and please don’t rush –
especially ’round dawn and dusk –
as that’s the time when ’roos might hide
along a lonely roadside.
Roo Road Rules by Celia Berrell
Artwork: THONGS CROCS AND FLIPFLOPS by Ella Rousseau
This poem is completely potty! by James Aitchison
Leave a commentWhere to put the pot?
Under the bed
or on your head?
Where to put the pot?
..
Where to put the pot?
Behind the door
or on the floor?
Where to put the pot?
…
Where to put the pot?
I haven’t a clue,
what can I do?
I haven’t got a pot!
This poem is completely potty! by James Aitchison
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Mr Wiggle Worm by Toni Newell
Leave a commentUnderneath the Ficus
Lives Mr Wiggle worm
In the rich moist soil
He can wiggle and squirm.
Wiggle worm
Looked around
It was cool and cozy
Underground.
There was much
Work to do
Churning earth
To let air through.
Enriching soil
Whilst breaking down
Organic matter
In the ground.
Mixing nutrients
On his way
Enriching earth
With leaf decay.
Wiggle worm
Doesn’t have eyes
Can sense light and dark
With cells specialized.
He doesn’t have lungs
He doesn’t have legs
He doesn’t have teeth
But he can produce eggs.
Wiggle worm
Is long and thin
Needs to be moist
To breath through his skin.
He has five hearts
He has no ears
Birds, moles and beetles
Are amongst his fears.
Up to ten years
His lifespan can be
If he is housed
In captivity.
But in the wild
I’m sorry to say
It can be reduced
If he becomes prey.
Harsh weather can also
Effect his lifespan
If soil gets too cold
Which it often can.
Wiggle worm’s poop
Is like liquid gold
Full of nitrogen
Often mixed and sold.
He’s a natural recycler
And works very hard
Maintaining ecosystems
In his backyard.
Mr Wiggle Worm
Lives under my Ficus tree
He hides from all above
Trying to live and be free.
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Poor Billy Joe by Toni Newell
Leave a commentBilly Joe was very angry
And he had lots to say
About Archer’s poor behaviour
Happened almost every day.
‘You get us into trouble
I always take the blame
Trying to protect you
And taking on the shame.’
‘I’m sorry’ Archer barked
‘It’s just that I’m so young
I need some stimulation
And I need to have some fun’.
‘That’s all very well for you
Do you ever consider me
I constantly look after you
Appreciation I never see.
I think you’re very selfish
If you’re really my best friend
You’ll have to make an effort
Put bad behaviour to an end’.
‘Well I can only try
But there is no guarantee
That I can do what you ask
For my spirit it runs free.
I want to be your best friend
And behave accordingly
I’ll do my very, very best
You just wait and see’.
One week had passed
And all was going fine
Archer had behaved
Which was a good sign.
Billy Joe so happy
He could hardly bark
And Archer, angelic
Didn’t leave his mark.
‘There you see’ barked Archer
‘I told you I would try
I think I have succeeded
Bad behaviour say goodbye’.
Billy Joe was sceptical
But he had to admit
That Archer had improved
He should get some credit.
Now Billy Joe and Archer
Will be friends for life
The young lad now behaving
Not causing any strife.
Poor Billy Joe by Toni Newell
Image from Pixabay
World Laughter Day by Pauline Cleary
Leave a commentThere are games and pranks and jokes and larks.
There are funny looks and odd remarks,
comical lines and witty asides.
It’s always good to see the funny side.
A giggle, a snicker, a hoot, a guffaw –
these are the sounds we enjoy and applaud.
We fall about laughing; we roll in the aisle.
We double up, chortle, snigger and smile.
So, here’s to laughter; here’s to fun,
to witticisms, gags, jests and puns.
When things look grey and not too bright,
we can always look for the funny side.
World Laughter Day by Pauline Cleary
Image from Pixabay
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