Nature’s
Energy
Weaves carpets of
Green with
Ribbons
Wrapping
The world with
Hope.
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“Nari’s Hero Echo” by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentNari’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
“Australian Bushfires” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentAustralian 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
Leave a commentOne 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 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
Leave a commentCHILDHOOD’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
Australian Children’s Poetry 