Lifted from a vat of boiling oil,
they’re tossed onto a paper base,
lightly sprinkled now with salt,
with vinegar as well,
my weekend special,
a take-home treat
delicious,
golden
chips.
Friday night special by Jenny Erlanger

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Lifted from a vat of boiling oil,
they’re tossed onto a paper base,
lightly sprinkled now with salt,
with vinegar as well,
my weekend special,
a take-home treat
delicious,
golden
chips.
Friday night special by Jenny Erlanger

Image by Pixabay
A beautiful tale
Hydrangeas and lush forests
Blue and green lakes lie.
Twin Lakes by Class 4L – Townsville Grammar School North Shore

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Teacher’s note: After reading a folk story about the Twin Lakes in Azores, we composed this poem as a class.
The school yard is a pooches banquet
they rummage the playground for scraps
scuffs between feathers and fur
for a cold sausage roll
in wet paper wrap
a fritz sandwich
added cheese
means a
feast
After Lunch (Nonet) by Jeanie Axton

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Autumn days draw in, moist and misty,
evening air, heavy with waiting.
Leaves, fragile as angel’s wings,
tremble, poised for release,
fluttering downward,
golden shimmers,
fiery red,
reaching
earth.

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Motionlessly, silently it tracks
the movements of a dragonfly
that hovers now in the reach
of a long, sticky tongue,
another victim
caught unawares
is conquered,
swallowed,
gone
Frog watch by Jenny Erlanger

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Galloping through the bush, brumbies run
Led by the strong silver stallion
Glistening coats after rain
Pounding hooves flicking mud
Seven in the herd
A sight to see
Manes flying
Wild and
Free
Brumbies by Linda Davidson

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There once was a girl who ate chips
and anything else near her lips.
She soon grew so wide
from the junk food inside
that she caused a full solar eclipse!
