“Four Legs” by Penny Szentkuti

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Four Legs

Four legs and a tail –

it could be a dog.

Four legs and a croak?

That’s a frog!

Four legs and a hump –

it must be a camel.

Four legs and fur?

It’s some kind of mammal.

 

But four legs and a mane –

long legs for trotting,

strong galloping legs,

and a tail for fly swatting?

That’s easy now,

I know it of course!

That four legged friend

is a horse.

 

“MY UNCLE’S HORSE” by Ron Marsh

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MY UNCLE’S HORSE

 

My uncle had a Clydesdale,

He’d traded for a pup,

He took him down to Flemington,

To run the Melbourne Cup.

 

The crowd they were all laughing,

And even stewards too,

No one believed as uncle did,

Just what his nag could do.

 

The horses all were at the gate,

And champing at the bit,

And as the barrier went up,

The field, they had a fit.

 

They’d never seen a horse like that,

They frolicked on the ground,

No matter what the jockeys did,

No other horse was found

To run against the Clydesdale,

As he went round and round.

 

So uncle’s horse, he won the race,

And the shiny Melbourne Cup

To the North, was taken up.

The Clydesdale never raced again.

And almost always had for sup.

A manger full of oats and grain.

“Girl on a Bolting Horse” by Katherine Gallagher

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Girl on a Bolting Horse

 

The horse’s head forward, not surrendering,

the girl vertical in the stirrups

 

the black sky gathering steel.

Wind slicing the hair from her face,

 

the dark curve of herself going faster —

the blur of her brothers, standing transfixed;

 

she, holding her breath, bone-afraid

and flying . . .

 

©Katherine Gallagher

(from Circus-Apprentice, Arc Publications,  2006)

 

“Flying Gallop” by Celia Berrell

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Flying Gallop

 

Before Eadweard Muybridge

came along

most painters painted

their horses wrong.

 

When galloping, galloping

at great speed,

where would they paint the

legs of their steed?

 

We can hear when they gallop

and gallop at pace

there’s a break in the sound,

like their feet are in space.

 

So we know from this galloping

galloping sound,

there’s a time when all hooves

are NOT on the ground.

 

Like a carousel horse

with its legs all-stretched-out,

most artists made horse-legs

the wrong way about.

 

Then Muybridge’s movie

closed the affair.

Horse-legs are TUCKED

when all in the air.

 

Perched high on a horse,

we can’t really tell

as it’s hard to see where

a horse’s legs dwell.

 

And a galloping gallop’s like

flying as well.

So let’s soar on a horse

on a carousel!

 

Inspired by The Horse in Motion movie by EadweardMuybridge 1878
http://100photos.time.com/photos/eadweard-muybridge-horse-in-motion

“Fred, Ted and Ned” by Caroline Tuohey with Teacher Notes

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Fred, Ted and Ned.

 

I have a mate whose name is Fred.

“I’d like a verse,” is what he said.

 

So I sat down with sharpened lead,

and penned some lines that end in ‘ed’.

 

I wrote about a horse named Ned,

whose owner’s name was Mister Ted.

 

He built that horse a fancy shed;

He shod him, groomed him, kept him fed.

 

Ned had a rug of crimson red,

embroidered with a golden thread.

 

He wore that rug when Mister Ted,

last Sunday rode to church to wed

 

his girlfriend who had bravely led

an army – she had battle cred!

 

Then after vows they quickly sped,

along the road in wooden sled.

The sled was pulled, of course, by Ned.

The reins were held by Missus Ted,

 

while Mister Ted laid out a spread

of cakes and biscuits, jam and bread.

 

But now this verse must end dear Fred,

I’ve no more ‘eds’ left in my head!

 

Teacher Notes by Jeanie Axton

 

Common word families in English are: are: ack, ain, ake, ale, all, ame, an, ank, ap, ash, at, ate, aw ay, eat, ell, est, ice, ick, ide, ight, ill, in, ine, ing, ink, ip, it, ock, oke, op, ore, ot, uck ,ug, ump, unk.

Many of these are included in Nursery Rhymes.

Jack be nimble as seen below uses ack and ick

Lesson Idea

1. Put the common word families on cards and turn upside down on the floor

2. Students choose a card and brainstorm as many words as they can in that word family

3. Students then have a go at writing a rhyming poem similar to today’s poem

4. Give the poem to another student to make suggestions on improvements

5. Edit and the present to the class

 

 

 

“THE SHARK IN THE PARK” by James Aitchison

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THE SHARK IN THE PARK

 

I heard a shark bark

One night in the dark;

It was in the park,

(But just for a lark).

 

There in the moonlight,

Its teeth pearly white,

It gave me a fright

That terrible night.

 

Stop making a din!

You’d better come in,

And don’t flap your fin

At my garbage bin.

 

 

 

“MONEY, NOT EVERYTHING” by Sahaj

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Every now and then we showcase a poem from overseas.
Sahaj is from India and has been emailing me his poetry and following our site. He attends Dehli Public School, Jammu.
MONEY, NOT EVERYTHING
Money can buy Food but not Nutrition 
Money can buy Gifts but not Thanks.
Money can buy Blanket but not Warmth.
Money can buy Books but not Knowledge.
Money can buy Blood but not Life

Money can buy Clock but not Time.
Money can buy Air Conditioner but not coolness.
Money can buy Bulb but not Brightness.
Money can buy High Post but not Respect.
Money can buy Sugar but not Sweetness.
Sahaj Sabharwal.
                                                                        
   
                                                                    

“THE OILY OCTOPUS” by Lynne Higgs

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THE OILY OCTOPUS

 

 

 

An octopus observed some ooze upon the ocean.

‘Is it olive oil or toxic poison potion?

He asked a nearby oyster who looked a little off.

She was a tad opaque and she then began to cough.

 

‘What is this oily ooze – its odourous and odd?’

The octopus opined to a nearby orange cod.

‘It’s all atop the ocean tide.’ The cod replied offended.

If this continues on, our organic lives have ended.

 

 

“Baby Shark Remix” by Kylie Covark

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Baby Shark Remix 

 

Baby shark,

Do do do do do do.

Baby shark,

Do do do do do do.

Baby shark,

Do do do do do do.

Baby shark!

 

Watch that net,

Do do do do do do.

Watch that net,

Do do do do do do.

Watch that net,

Do do do do do do.

Watch that net!

 

Swim away,

Do do do do do do.

Swim away,

Do do do do do do.

Swim away,

Do do do do do do.

Swim away!

 

Back to Mum,

Do do do do do do.

Back to Mum,

Do do do do do do.

Back to Mum,

Do do do do do do.

Back to Mum!

 

Never safe,

Do do do do do do.

Never safe,

Do do do do do do.

Never safe,

Do do do do do do.

Never safe!

 

It’s your home,

Do do do do do do.

It’s your home,

Do do do do do do.

It’s your home,

Do do do do do do.

It’s your home!

“Growing Teeth” by Celia Berrell

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Growing Teeth

 

That wily smiley crocodile

when basking in the tropic sun

won’t care two hoots about his teeth.

One breaks – he’ll grow another one.

 

The scary shark has teeth galore.

Three thousand stored inside his face.

He won’t get sore if one falls out.

A spare tooth simply takes its place.

 

The terrapins and turtles each

have zero teeth within their head.

They crop and bite the sea-grass with

a sharp and horny beak instead.

 

A human has two sets of teeth.

The first grow while we’re still quite young

yet start to fall out one by one

as adult teeth push through the gums.

 

But that’s the lot. We grow no more,

no matter how antique we get.

So better keep them clean and bright

unless you want a plastic set!