I love a winters evening,
Sitting on my settee,
Billy’s head on my lap,
Feeling warm and comfy.
Outside the wind is blowing,
And I can hear the rain,
Pelting on the window,
Water gushing down the drain.
The television’s on,
Don’t need to rush to bed,
Tomorrow is the weekend,
Fun and freedom lay ahead.
But in this moment I’ll enjoy,
My time with Billy Joe,
Snuggled on the settee,
Watching a TV show.
The frost was glistening on the grass
when Max went out to pee
He trotted to the frozen lawn
and sank down to his knees
Max slipped then slid while yelping
veering left and skidding right
Landing at the picket fence
he gave himself a fright
Alas! Poor Max was stuck like glue
he couldn’t move or pee
Jammed firmly on the frosty post
for all the world to see
Winter comes to us in many forms. We have the blustery rainy days and then the sunny yet crispy days.
Can you please write about winter in any way you see it?
Send in poems this week to
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Cheers
Jeanie
Sky-dancer
a clear lolly moon
keeping counsel
over our road
she sashays slowly
focusing the sky
tide-maker
heavenly waltzer
serene
in the moment
with no pirouettes
tango
no cake-walk
she’s an old face
at home
in her skin
(Published on London Grip Online Magazine, 2018)
©Katherine Gallagher
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.
HAND 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
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
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.
Australian Children’s Poetry 