“Quayside, Winter,” by J. R. Poulter

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TEACHER NOTES

Winter in Australia is very variable.

Activity: Watch the weather report for mid winter and compare the weather report that night for Darwin and for Hobart.  

List five reasons for the big difference in temperatures.

 

Activity: How do you know winter has arrived?

List five things that tell you the season has changed.

 

Activity: What images in the poem suggest to you that the scene depicted in the poem is set in winter?

 

“Wired Barbs” by Andrew Carter

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Wired Barbs

 

A farmer exhales

warmed, wintry breath –

sights his twisted defence

 

Snowy River drifts

drift in against single-

strand wire, letting it in

 

Sunlight melts frost

on topmost wires

taut once, now – awry

 

Like the farmer’s frame

once tight, so straight,

today – it is maligned

 

Rusty, frosty memories

surface with pain –

undone by morning sun

 

Crops, stock – surrounded;

fenced by furnace-forged steel

now – long gone cold

 

Too old to play God

with beast, or crop

Too young to give in.

 

 

“Frosty Photo” by Toni Newell

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Frosty Photo

I look upon this photo

And ice crystals I can see,

In delicate formation,

They look so pretty.

Of many shapes and sizes,

In intricate display,

A photo of nature’s beauty,

An organised disarray.

 

“My feeling of Rainbow” by Toni Newell

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My feeling of Rainbow

 

I want to climb a rainbow,

And see how high I go,

Then slide back down the other side,

Land in the pot of gold.

 

I want to strum the colours,

Like a base guitar,

Feel the colours wash over me,

And take me to afar.

 

I want to use the rainbow,

As an artist’s palette,

Mix the colours to create,

A brightly coloured parrot.

But most of all I want to see,

A rainbow across the sky,

Giving hope of finer weather,

As in times gone by.

“Frost in Oz” by James Aitchison

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FROST IN OZ

I see icicles everywhere

On my bike and on the stair.

Down on the gate and on the grass,

Our chooks are giving eggs a pass.

I see icicles hither and yon,

I see them hanging on Uncle Ron,

On the dunny and on the ’roo,

And on my mother’s washing too.

I reckon this year the frost is worse,

With icicles on the local hearse.

I’ve never seen this kind of dew

What’s Australia coming to?

                                             

“Fussy Rainbow-Eaters” by Celia Berrell

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Fussy Rainbow-Eaters

 

Leaves choose mostly orange-red

then bands of blue

to violet.

 

Using light to make a meal

of carbohydrate’s

sweet appeal

 

their chloroplasts feed on the Sun.

But only parts of

light’s spectrum.

 

Leaves don’t use all sunshine’s beams.

It seems they rarely

eat their greens!

 

Celia Berrell

First published in Double Helix(October 2015)
Reproduced with permission of CSIRO
www.doublehelix.csiro.au

 

 

 

 

“Colours of the Rainbow” by Toni Newell

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There are seven colours of the rainbow,

That all come out of one,

It’s white sunlight, through droplets of water,

Behind which shines the sun.

Red is for raspberry, orange for orange,

Yellow for banana, and green is for grass,

Blue is for blue sky, indigo for blackberry,

And then there is violet that sits below, last.

Together they make up the rainbow,

That arches across the sky,

Hoping the worst of the weather is over,

And that we can all try to keep dry.

”Gulp” by Natalie Cooke

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Gulp

 

There’s a lunge and a wriggle—

He’s caught it!

(Poor strawberry,

Mashed to a pulp

By those omnivorous jaws.)

We watch joy beam in the lizard’s eyes.

Red juice stains his granite chin

As the sweet taste of summer floods his tongue.

© Natalie Cooke

 

 

“Tasty fruit rainbow” by Virginia Lowe

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Tasty fruit rainbow

 

Raspbemato

Carronge

Pearanana

Grapple

Fejoa smells perfumey in its blue-green skin

Aubluegineberry

 

Red

Orange

Yellow

Green

Blue

Indigo

Violet? Not one

 

Sample a fruit

Vegetables aren’t some?

Aubergine is egg plant

resembles an egg only in shape

coloured indigo like blueberries

Tomato perhaps is

But all grow as fruit

“My Dog” by Toni Newell

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My Dog

 

It is a strain,

My dog is lame,

At the Vet again,

He’ll have to remain.

 

At home waiting,

Contemplating,

Hesitating.

My heart breaking.

 

Then the call,

That said it all,

Back to playing ball,

Injury was small.

 

Happy again,

My dog, free of pain,

He can now remain,

On his own terrain.

 

Toni Newell