I took Billy and Archer 0n a long walk Barked at each other Because they can’t talk.
Birds were chirping Whilst on our walk Chirped at each other Because they can’t talk.
Ducks were quacking, Whilst on our walk Quacked at each other Because they can’t talk.
Frogs were croaking Whilst on our walk Croaked at each other Because they can’t talk.
I talk to the two Whilst on our walk They understand me Because I can talk.
Fairy breadis far and away
the best thing to eat
on your birthday.
Hundreds and thousands
sprinkled thickly
on fresh white bread,
and it isn’t sickly.
It’s my favourite
but there is a must —
before you serve it,
cut off the crust!
For those out there
Who need to hear
A kindly word that says,
“I care.”
For those in times
So hard to bear,
Is there someone
Anywhere
Who’ll feel their need
And plant a seed
Of love to share?
I go to the hedge of our holiday-cottage
to trim branches within easy reach.
I am cutting edgily until two eyes
fix mine. Not a sound passes between us,
but we understand each other.
The Blackbird on her nest is intent.
Without a second look, I withdraw,
murmuring apologies.
From Acres of Light, Arc Publication, 2016 © Katherine Gallagher
Humungous Fungus is among us and it’s rather smelly. It slowly creeps between your toes then right up to your belly.
It can be blue but when it’s pink it gives off such an awful stink. Sometimes it floats down in the breeze and leaves great blobs on both your knees.
When it sparkles like a fairy then you must be very wary. If it waves its magic wand you’ll smell like slime from next door’s pond.
Beware if Fungus goes to school. It doesn’t care who looks a fool. Your teacher might get quite a shock if Fungus hides inside his sock.
If poor grandma, while she’s sitting concentrating on her knitting, notices a sudden pull, it’s Fungus climbing up her wool.
Even Mum must be quite careful. She might cop a blobby hair full if she happens to be shopping right where Fungus slime is dropping.
Family pets should run and hide. ‘Cos Fungus loves to slip and slide into kennels, baskets, cages, sending critters into rages.
But Fungus loathes a water spray. So get yourself one right away and squirt that fiend with all your might. You’ll be a hero overnight.
The Future
A callout for an incredible opportunity for the “right writer”.
Are you a children’s poet with a passion for sharing poetry and promoting Australian children’s poets and their work?
An enthusiastic volunteer is needed to take over the administration of this popular blog in the next six months starting before June 2023.
After working on Australian Children’s Poetry for five years, I feel the time has come to step aside and hand over to someone new. Next year I will be at times travelling with my husband who has retired.
What will you gain from being the administrator?
You will get to meet, mainly in a digital form, a lot of great writers and learn from them.
You get to read all sorts of children’s poetry and grow as a writer as you read.
You will learn how to determine what’s suitable for children and what is not and make decisions on that.
You get to create prompts which encourage writers to use their creativity to write and send in poems to you.
You will be contributing to the showcasing and promotion of Australian Children’s Poetry in our country.
If you are a writer who publishes books this position would enhance your career.
Here is a link to the site
https://australianchildrenspoetry.com.au/blog/
Basically, what does the administrator’s role involve?
How to apply:
Please send in one A4 page addressing the following
Please email to poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com
Thankyou
Jeanie
Australian Children’s Poetry 