The dawn awakens over endless space,

the monolith emerges with majestic grace.

The mulga rises from the desert floor,

This day alike a million gone before,

The hush a finger held to the lips of God.

I didn’t do nothing wrong, 

honest I didn’t.

Well, if you look under the

dining table,

you might find something

that shouldn’t be there.

It just happened.

I’m so sorry.

Am I in trouble?

Mother’s Day should be every day,

Every day of the year!

Her love is never-ending,

Her time she’s always spending,

We wouldn’t last a minute

Without our mothers in it,

So let’s celebrate our Mother’s Day,

Because we hold her dear!

A plant that makes fruit 
to disperse its seed 
will give many creatures 
a juicy feed. 

They’ll gobble it up 
then travel a bit. 
The seeds come out later 
in excrement. 

The seed’s ready-planted 
in clumps of dung. 
A long way from home 
and its prying Mum. 

With plenty of food 
that will help it grow, 
it does what it likes … 
‘cos its mother won’t know!



Find out more about seed dispersal techniques at: 
https://kids.kiddle.co/Seed_dispersal

He stands back, admiring his artwork.
It’s finished and ready to view.
My brother has obvious talent
for someone who’s not even two.

He’s used the whole packet of crayons,
the colours are simply divine.
He’s captured his circles and squiggles
in such a creative design.

But Grannie’s not praising my brother.
She doesn’t look happy at all.
If only he’d drawn on the paper
and not on her living room wall.

I took off a sock

and got a shock —

my toes had all turned green.

I took off the other,

and what a bother —

there wasn’t a toe to be seen!

I walked in light
one sacred night,
while mulga dreamed
of morning bright.

Beyond the light
and colours bright,
the desert oaks
unseen and quiet.