Tribe
There are many ways to find a friend
Smile, be kind and learn to bend
Ask questions, be sure to listen too
(Good friends will do the same for you).
Remember through the busy day
To check with them that they’re okay
Always try and be aware
That trouble halves, when it is shared.
When you find the ones, who get your vibe
Hold on tight – you found your tribe
The ones who know the total you
And love you, like you love them too.
Please send in poems this week to
poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com
Thankyou
Jeanie
Quote for today
The sweetest thing,
I’ve ever known,
Is not wrapped in paper,
But chews a bone.
It doesn’t rot teeth,
But loves to lick,
Loves to play,
With balls or stick.
Not brightly coloured,
Nor sticky or gooey,
It’s soft and cuddly,
Not hard or chewy.
It gives us pleasure,
Over time,
Not just a mouthful,
A moment sublime.
It is a friend,
In many ways,
Not just a binge,
On upset days.
The sweetest thing,
But I think we all know,
It is the humble dog.
I saw a Muttaburrasauras
From high up in a tree
He stretched his skinny neck up
And looked straight out at me
Belching out a smelly burp
He gave a little wink
My nose I had to cover
Eww! How dinosaurs stink!
Summer Storm
One summer day, before my tea,
The early news was on TV.
It sent me to my balcony
For there would be a sight to see.
Outside, my eyes turned to the skies;
The thick black clouds there – no surprise.
The air I breathed in – moist and warm.
The news foretold a summer storm!
Since rain was welcome, that felt good:
Let that be clearly understood.
The dams were low, the creek beds dry,
Those clouds spread hope across the sky.
Yet more was promised than some rain
To make our farmers smile again:
This storm brought hail – and floods as well,
Because of all the rain that fell.
When something’s good, we all want more,
But here’s a thought we could explore:
Too much of one thing can be bad
If we then lose what once we had.
Please note our special of the day:
(eat it here – or take-away)
Rye-grass pellets dipped in swill
lightly fried or from the grill
Perhaps your choice is a la carte:
hay or lucerne, pie or tart.
Bonemeal biscuits served with slops
(fewer calories than chops)
Seasonal silage steamed or fried
sautéed birdseed on the side.
And should you feel inclined to quaff
please place your order at the trough
A queue of curious pelicans
A cue of queueious pelicans
The English language
Never ceases
To amaze
And amuse
Mother counted sixty four
swans and pelicans
on Lake Colac once
when I was a child
in the days
when the lake
was full
before
climate
change
hit.
Kudos to the queue – not cue
(for that’s a hint or hit for billiard ball)
Kudos to the queue – not coupe
(for that’s a shock surprise for city hall)
Kudos to the queue – not coo
(for that’s what doves and grannies tend to do)
Kudos to the queue – not Que
(For that’s a Tassie river … yes, it’s true!)
Kudos to the queue – you knew
This had to end and now the end is due
But kudos to the queue – a row
Of sailor’s hair or pelicans you know.
There was once a well-mannered manatee,
who rarely indulged in profanity.
But when confronted with queues,
she blew every fuse
and swore with manic insanity.
Australian Children’s Poetry 