Category Archives: Poem of the Day

“Nari’s Hero Echo”  by Celia Berrell

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Nari’s Hero Echo

(A true dolphin story from 2009)

 

Nari’s grown up

meeting lots of

humans every day.

They feed him fish

and watch as all

the dolphins swim and play.

 

Along with best-friend

Echo he will

entertain the guests.

By herding fish

round paddling feet

that tickle them in jest.

 

He’ll let the humans

stroke him as

for people, that’s a “must”.

It’s how we say

“I love you” and

that care’s gained Nari’s trust.

 

But recently

poor Nari got

a shark-bite on his head.

An injury

so serious

it could have left him dead.

 

For three whole days

the people feared

that Nari must have died.

He didn’t come

to visit them

and many people cried.

 

Then Echo brought

his injured friend

to Tangalooma beach.

And coaxed poor Nari

‘til he swam

within the people’s reach.

 

They gently lifted

Nari from his

darkened sea of gloom.

And flew him out

to Sea World where

their vets could treat his wounds.

 

Nari’s back at

Tangalooma

showing off his scars.

The people are

ecstatic.  He’s

Australia’s dolphin star!

 

Have a read of the link to an article below

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2009-02-17/nari-the-dolphin-recovers-after-surgery/299910

“The Days After” by Julie Cahill

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Fires broke out in Australia
And ravaged our wondrous land
But the people stood together
Yes, together we made a stand
The fireys arrived in engines
Indivuduals helped those in need
‘We have to fight together
if indeed we mean to succeed.’
The media took the story
Sensationalised, as they do
We know we lost many animals
A few people, and bushland too
But the heros arrived in droves
Saved animals and properties
The rains came in; the fires went out
And our land is green again

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“My summer’s too hot” by James Aitchison

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“Lacey” with Teacher Notes by J.R.Poulter

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“Australian Bushfires” by James Aitchison

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Australian bushfires

They say the smoke has reached Chile.

Not just the smoke from our blazing forests,

But the smoke from lost fireys and townsfolk,

And thousands oft homes,

And five hundred million wild animals,

And cattle and sheep and bold horses

Burned alive in once-lush paddocks.

 

They say the smoke is toxic.  It is not.  

It is sacred.

“Leaving” by Louise McCarthy

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One hour until midnight,

A strange and warning silence,

Do we stay – what are the odds though?

Sleep is no defence.

 

The judgment is to leave,

Sad words will not escape,

Sentiment is beaten,

Just a few things can we take.

 

A box of precious items –

 

Photographs, souvenirs,

Silly little trinkets,

A change of clothes, books,

Pillows and some blankets.

 

Tall trees stand surrendered,

The backdrop of our home,

The sky is red and the air is hot,

And tomorrow is unknown.

“Australia, Found” by J. R. Poulter

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“Australia Day” by Toni Newell

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Our wonderful Australia,

Is a wonderful country,

That’s opened its arms,

To diversity.

It’s integrated people,

From afar and near,

Absorbed different cultures,

Given support to those in fear.

And now Australia’s shared,

With Indigenous and white,

And skins of many colours,

Which come together to unite.

Our richness has evolved,

From just food upon our plate,

But to customs, religion, art,

Architecture, and debate.

It is indeed a tapestry,

Of cultures intertwined,

And should be viewed and loved,

Not trampled by mankind.

This is Australia’s story,

And whilst troubles have been seen,

We strive to make it better,

Move forward from what has been.

So, let us all embrace,

Our great diversity,

Which brings us all together,

In this, our ‘sunburnt’ country.

 

Herald on Australia Day,

So, we can celebrate,

A country which embraces,

And where all can become a ‘mate’.

 

“CHILDHOOD’S END” by Margaret Pearce

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CHILDHOOD’S END

 

Once he was a puppy small

As cute as cute could be

Children loved him one and all

As everyone could see.

 

Soon he grew to adulthood

So helpful to be directed 

Guarding as a good dog should

All property as selected.

 

He grew old and ailing

 With childhood left behind

All love and caring paling

By dark cares of adult kind.

 

Neglected deaf and lame

Strayed on the railway track

Unheard the noisy train

Was death so very black?

 

The punctual train no outrage 

As death disposed so cleanly

Of the inconvenience of age

And incontinence so unseemly.

 

Guilt caused memories to awake

Returning back to when

Childhood lacked all heartbreak

And caring was easier then.

 

©

Margaret Pearce

 

“A Letter from the Principal” by Pat Simmons

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Dear Mr. Smith and Mrs. Smith,

I’m writing you this letter

because your son’s behaviour

isn’t getting any better.

 

His writing is untidy and

his spelling is a worry.

He’s often late and consequently,

always in a hurry.

 

His recent science project

nearly caused a school disaster.

The explosion covered twenty boys

in clouds of ceiling plaster.

 

He’s been with us for twenty years,

or is it twenty two?

Dear Mr. Smith and Mrs. Smith,

just what are we to do?

 

He’s untidy and he’s silly

and he always acts the fool,

but still the students say he’s

the best teacher in our school.