BREAKFAST
I had rolled oats for breakfast.
It was not very nice.
I’ll have to ask my mother
To dish up curried rice.
I do not mind an egg or two
To put upon some toast.
But what I really want for breakfast
Is mummy’s veg and roast.
Category Archives: Australian children’s poets
“Hand Washing” by Margaret Pearce
Leave a commentHAND WASHING
I wash my hands before I play
With my guinea pigs, mice and my pet rat.
I have been told that this is the way
To keep them as clean as the dog and cat.
My hands look clean enough for me
But Mum nags of the news so gritty
Of those nasty germs that you can’t see
Can sicken and kill the largest city.
Now Mum warns that before I dine
To keep away that very bad flu’
Washing my hands will protect me fine.
And yours as well because it’s true.
WASHING YOUR HANDS ALL AROUND
THE ONLY WAY TO STAY SAFE AND SOUND
oooOooo
©
Margaret Pearce
“Food Flight” by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentFood Flight
Food
in zero gravity
creates
quite a calamity.
Crumbs
can float-off anywhere:
mingle
with your wafting hair;
up
your nose;
get
in your ears;
cause
choking, sneezing
itching
tears!
Tourists
will soon fly in space
expecting
snacks to be in place.
Marshmallows
can’t get up your nose.
At worst
they might mess-up your clothes.
If
thrown around
they’re
safe and fun.
Food-ball
cushions
tasting
yum!
First published in Double Helix (April 2017)
Reproduced with permission of CSIRO
https://www.nasa.gov/audience/foreducators/stem-on-station/ditl_eating
“A Small Step to Normality” by Toni Newell
Leave a commentA Small Step to Normality
It’s nice to see the children,
Playing in the park again,
Barriers and tape removed,
With groups of up to ten.
It’s nice to hear their laughter,
See them swinging on a swing,
Or sliding down a slide,
Only to climb back up again.
There’s a perception of normality,
Although it’s only a small part,
And watching on gives us hope,
That were’re making a good start.
“School Lore” by Katherine Gallagher
Leave a commentSchool Lore
Every day shuffles answers –
no question likes to hurry.
Therefore animals talk freedom.
*******
Tall trees have a long way to blow.
In the park, birds sing for nothing.
Any road is a ribbon for writing on.
*******
Mermaids fly the art of oceans.
Every field-mouse has a nose
making tigers look dangerous.
*******
Most spiders like to spin and spin,
hence their days are tidy.
Though they turn corners at an angle,
they travel with their eyes open.
©Katherine Gallagher
“Painting-time” by Katherine Gallagher
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I like to paint magpies
that I can see
when they’re warbling away
in our willow tree.
I like to paint my Platypus
and my favourite toys,
Trixie Tinder, Red Rocket
and the Rocket Boys.
I like to paint my family
especially my Mum
when she’s home from work
and my brother’s on his drum.
©Katherine Gallagher
“I AM WHAT I PAINT” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentI AM WHAT I PAINT
From my brain to my fingers,
Then my fingers to the brush,
Sometimes painting slowly,
Sometimes in a rush.
My thoughts go down my arm,
They burst out fresh and free.
For what I paint is what I am,
It’s me there you can see.
My soul is there in every stroke,
In every single splash,
In every single colour,
In every dab and dash.
I hope you like my paintings,
Each and every one,
My pictures have a lot to say
When finally they’re done!
James Aitchison
“Autumn” by Margaret Pearce
Leave a commentThe sunlight glints across the grass
Touched by frost to a white old age
Of sober tints that will not last.
Soon the mist and shadows will slowly fade
And winter’s cloak will drop again
For one last glimpse of summer’s glory
At the beginning of an autumn morning.
©
Margaret Pearce
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