Acrostic poems
Acrostics make me wary
’Cause they set too high a goal.
Restrictive rules are scary
Once they choose to take control.
So though I can supply one,
Thanks to books that feature these,
I’m not prepared to try one
’Cause I lack the expertise.
Silver slime creates a pathway.
Night time is when journeying begins
Across leaf litter, deep into the rainforest
In silence they explore,
Leaving little trace of their adventure. Just a sparkle.
She spins her intricate web
Perfectly positioned between bending branches.
Invisible to unsuspecting insects, she waits.
Dinner is served.
Effort rewarded, hunger satisfied, she rests.
Rain lashes branches. She begins again.
Wriggling your way through life
Overturning soil, helping our environment
Rarely making the news, but
Making a difference.
Australian Children’s Poetry 