“Clues for an egg hunt” by Penny Szentkuti

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Clues for an egg hunt

Go full throttle straight to the wattle.

Say “Hello, dear!” to the aloe vera.

Don’t ignore the kangaroo paw.

Follow your nose all the way to the hose.

Don’t be a stranger to the hydrangea.

Go and smile at the native violets.

Don’t be in a rush near the bottlebrush.

Do one more pass over the grass.

Gather your eggs by the big gum tree.

Share them out (with some for me).

“Billy Joe”by Toni Newell

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“Catch the Night Star” by Margaret Joy Gibbs

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Catch the Night Star

 

Before the squabble

downstairs,

Before the goodnight wink

of secret dragons,

Dandelions and pink

The clock turns blue

Then yellow and green.

Rose settles to sleep

With her books and bear

And bubbly dreams tucked away deep

Wrapped in a far away spell

 

Then, sadness sneaks in through the window

With the wind

In the trees

outside, uninvited.

 

And the night stars appear

To soften her heart holding the tears?

Beneath the pillow, runaway dreams

Chasing her fears,

The clock turns back to blue

Before the squabble.”

“Henry the Mazda” by Toni Newell

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“Ready to Rhyme” by Monty Edwards

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Ready to Rhyme

 

I find when I am writing,

I oft resort to rhyme.

I don’t know why I do it.

It happens all the time.

But if you like my writing,

(I really hope you will),

You’ll find that I keep writing

In rhyming verses still!

First published in “The Mystery Box” (Playful poems for young readers) by Monty Edwards [Making Magic Happen Academy 2017].

“Who’s there… ?” by J.R.Poulter  

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Who’s there… ?

 

The wind howls. 

Tree knuckles rap. 

Long fingered twig hands

Tap. Tap. Tap…

 

Hours slide

Down the walls.

Moonlight pools

Where teardrops fall.

 

Sheets bind tight,

Having care

No one escapes

Nightmares.

 

“Who’s outside?

Who’s there…?”

Standing beside you,

A shadowy fear.

 

Am I sleeping?

Did I wake?

Is this the form

That bad dreams take?

 

What’s that rustle…?

Pad, pad, pad,

“It’s okay, honey!”

It’s Mum and Dad!

 

TEACHER NOTES:

This rhyming poem deals with irrationality of some childhood fears, using poetic devices, which include transferred epithet, onomatopoeia, internal rhyme, alliteration and consonance.  Other fears can be based on superstitions, or on some historical antecedents or cultural based taboos.

Hilaire Belloc’s cautionary tales use  fear tinged with humor to warn against certain behaviors.  Grimm’s Fairy Tales have been described as cautionary tales using  the horror of the unknown to warn children away from potential danger. 

Discussion: Do such ‘cautionary tales’ have that effect today on modern children? Are there modern examples of cautionary tales? Name some.

Activity: Rewrite a poem by Hilaire Belloc as a prose story OR retell a Grimm’s Fairy Tale as a narrative verse story. Use some of the poetic devices used in “Who’s there…?” in your retelling.

“2019 Year of the Pig” by Robyn Youl

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 2019 THE YEAR OF THE PIG 

 

A lunar year

Puts the earth in the centre

Measures time

As the moon goes round

Different way of thinking

Chinese New Year

            2019

The Fifth Day of February.

 

Chinese Jade Emperor 

Organised a race

First to reach the Celestial Palace 

Would be first to guard

The Heavenly Gate 

 

Twelve animals had a river to cross.

Rat said to Ox

You do the swimming

I’ll sit on your ear

Just to be sure the way is clear.

 

Rat cheated.

Won first place

Generous Ox did not mind at all

 

Tiger and Rabbit tried hard to win

Tiger beat Rabbit for Third

 

Dragon was fifth.

Jade Emperor said: Where is your son?

Snake replied: I’m the one.

Snake was sixth

 

Horse and Goat arrived together

Horse was Seventh.

Goat was Eighth

 

Monkey came leaping in

To be Ninth

What a racket.

What a din!!!

 

Rooster was next.

Dog and Pig

Got distracted on the way

A Celestial Race

Was a time to play

Dog was Eleventh

Pig was Last.

 

Twelve Zodiacs

In a twelve year cycle

Born in 

           2007?

You will really dig

            2019

Another Year of the Pig

 

“Living Spaghetti” by James Aitchison

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Living spaghetti

 

Wriggle wriggle, squirm squirm,

Here comes a nice long worm.

Like spaghetti come to life,

What a busy earthworm!

 

Watch it slide and slither,

Oops, it’s in a dither.

Pick it up now if you dare,

Dangle it in the air.

 

Wriggle wriggle, squirm squirm,

Thank you, thank you, earthworm!

You let our soil grow good things,

Such a helpful earthworm!

 


“Is it a Zed or a Zee” by Jan Darling

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IS IT A ZED OR A ZEE?

 

You say Potarto, I say potayto

You say tomarto and ! say tomayto

Some say Zed and some say Zee

It makes no difference, not to me.

I dreamt I went to the Zoo last night

At the end of the alphabet – I had a real fright.

 

Dreaming, I found the A’s B’s and C’s

and continued on past the M, N, O, P’s

I followed the way to things starting with Zed

Then all those letters just went to my head

(I had plenty of time – dream visits are free)

A stripey horse whinnied and said – I’m a Zee.

 

We’re the cleverest animals in all the Zoo

Let me explain to you clearly just who is who.

This is family stuff, so you must pay attention

 Zedzees can appear in any dimension

We’re a family that’s full of multiple guises

If you remember them all – there might be prizes.

 

My dad is a Zebra, my mother’s a Horse

That’s how I was given my name – I’m a Zorse.

That makes me special, in the Zoo I’m a feature

I’m considered to be an amazing creature.

I’m built like a Horse but I wear a striped suit

My buddies here think that I’m really cute.

 

If the tables were turned and a Zebra my mum

My dad would be Horse – he’d still be our chum

You might think this idea is utterly mad

The first part of my name would reflect the dad

So welcome the Horbra into our poem

And still we Zedzees have much more to show’em.

 

The Horbra has stripes – you don’t know where they’ll be

Could be the neck, on the back or the knee.

His patches are stripey on a background plain

So many patterns, it’s really insane.

Each Horbra is diff’rent, unique to behold

Known for his strength and inclined to be bold.

 

Now – back to the Zorse, you remember of course

That he’s the offspring of Zebra and Horse

He has other names, too, and I’ll tell you a few

Zebrula, Zebrule, Zebra Mule – will that do?

The Horbra by more names can also be met

Such as Hebra, Zebrinny and even Zebret.

 

Have you thought of the mating of Zebra with Pony?

You’ll not be surprised, their offspring’s a Zony!

Now, if you’re not feeling dizzy, woozy or wonky

We’ll talk of the offspring of Zebra and Donkey:

Called Zebadonk, Zebrass, Zebrinny, Zebrilla

Zebonkey,  Zebonk and Zonkey – the killer!

 

Altogether these beauties are known as Zebroid

With so many names they must always feel buoyed

Starting as donkeys, asses and zebras and horses

These all are examples of natural forces.

When you go the Zoo, start at alphabet’s ending

And you’ll see how glorious is Nature’s blending.

 

 

“Forest Folk” by J.R. Poulter

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