It’s too hot for my feet
Give Blessings
Bless the firemen and volunteers,
Who fight for us when we’re in trouble,
Who risk their lives unselfishly,
Encountering flames and often rubble.
The work is hard, very physical,
The stress and adrenalin unseen,
The task at hand very demanding,
And it’s all in, nothing in-between.
They are the unsung heroes,
Who give hope to everyone,
We should honour and appreciate,
Everything they do and have done.
Fire, Fire.
It’s getting hot,
The sun is out,
Wind is blowing,
There’s smoke about.
Temperature’s high,
Warnings given,
Firemen out,
By fires are driven.
Communities gathered,
In support of all,
Souls are united,
To cushion a fall.
Let us pray,
That all is well,
And we can return,
No tragic story to tell.
Our bushlands have been saved.
Helping Hands
Terrible things can happen,
that tear our lives apart.
They’ll rip at our roots,
blacken our view
and scorch into our heart.
Possessions then no longer
are things to which we cling.
Instead we’ll grasp
those helping hands
where love and hope can spring.
Love Shone In
Darkness came
And all the world
Was filled with sorrow.
And I feared
That maybe there’d be
No tomorrow.
But in that time
When my heart
Wept with pain,
Love shone in
And it was
Soft as rain
Reminiscing – but disregarding the horror of World War One,
Three cobbers sat, their time of life – the setting of the sun.
They spoke about the good old days – they joked about the war,
Entitled too – for they were there, though they said not what they saw.
In silence they reflected for a minute maybe longer…
Then one friend with a solemn stare said “If I had my time once more –
You Know I think I’d go again; I’d go again to war…”
And they laughed for if it was true – hindsight’s twenty-twenty.
And in the distance a bugle sounded – and the three friends sipped their tea.
Lest We Forget.
Australian Children’s Poetry 