Make reading your secret power
Wimpy Kid and Winnie the Pooh,
Harry Potter, Peter Rabbit,
Ranger’s Apprentice and Dr Who
All give you the reading habit.
The words form pictures in your mind —
Just read a book and find out how!
You will never get left behind
When reading’s your secret power!
Evolving Books
When I was very young,
My mother read to me,
And I met ‘Winnie-the-Pooh’,
And young ‘Heidi’,
Then there was ‘Charlotte’,
And ‘Koala Lou’,
‘Thomas the Tank Engine’,
And the ‘Gruffalo’.
When I was a little older,
And had learned how to read,
I met Enid Blyton,
Her ‘Famous Five’, I believe,
And later it was science,
And then literature galore,
Biology and math equations,
History, art, and even more.
And later in my life,
When the decision was mine,
I embraced murder mysteries,
Biographies and crime.
There is so much to choose from,
And so very much to learn,
But with technical evolution,
Let’s pray our books don’t burn.
Psst!
I’ve got special powers!
Do you promise not to tell?
My powers are a secret;
Lean in and listen well.
I can open any door,
And answer any, ‘Why?’
I can travel back
In time and space,
And sometimes even fly.
I’ve got every super power
That a kid could ever need.
And you can have them too,
My friend,
If you just sit and read
Good Morning
Here is a link to the 2019 book week site.
The theme this year is “Reading is my Secret Power”
https://www.cbca.org.au/cbca-book-week
Have a read.
What can you write to promote Book Week?
Please share the poems each day in as many ways as you can.
Send in poems this week to
poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com
Thankyou
Jeanie
Shine Moon
Rats race to the moon for the biggest piece of cheese
Fat rats fly on upward on a perilous lunar mission
Flying on rocketing clouds – their tails stiff in the breeze
They no not what will come of their loony decision.
Earth’s plagued by starving rats begging food to eat
A fragile globe is spoiled – killed for meat of beasts.
Ratus ratus moves to the moon in a rocket ship fleet
Hoping science will provide more than cheese for feasts.
…
Only one man lives on the moon – one Mister Scribbly Dibbler
He plays a mystery moony tune – on a silvery harmonica
Snorts some moonshine whiskey; what a rhymey riddler
His origins remembered from forbears in Thessalonica.
Mr Scribble scribbles a riddle deep inside a crater –
Isn’t science fun? Will we see you later?
