Category Archives: Poem of the Day
“Broomfield Park” by Katherine Gallagher
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A moorhen busies herself,
rocks this way and that
on a wave-washed nest.
Swans float in late afternoon chill,
shadows lengthen,
chestnut buds swell.
Forsythia trembles the breeze –
pastel-green willows barely move
dipping branch-tips into the lake.
Every year I wait for this –
first flowers, trees leafing
on sculpted branches,
reflecting in the water
their steadfast
cascades of green.
©Katherine Gallagher
“Spoon Villages” by Toni Newell
Leave a commentSpoon Villages
Walking around my suburb,
I noticed we’d increased today,
In several streets there were villages,
Of spoon people on display.
Villages made by children,
Welcomed us all to view,
Some carried an invitation,
To add a spoon or two.
I thought it was a great idea,
A community on the verge,
Where there were no restrictions,
And visitors they did urge.
Spoons were brightly dressed,
Standing together as one,
I’m sure that all the children,
In creating the village had fun.
Helping children to cope,
Inspiring normality,
Embracing imagination,
Dealing with Covid reality.
“Heroes” by Helen Katz
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The doctors and the nurses
Are constantly on call
To fight against this deadly thing
They’re heroes one and all.
The police and ambos working hard
To keep us safe and well
Are heroes too, they do their job
Despite this living Hell.
The check-out chicks and packers too
Contribute to the cause
By toiling still at this hard time
We offer our applause.
The people staying safe at home
And doing what they must
To keep apart and exercise
Obey and hope and trust.
We watch the heaps of videos
Of jokes and songs of hope
That people make to stay in touch
These heroes help us cope.
Thank God for Zoom and FaceTime
We see our kids and friends
When we’re allowed some virtual hugs
Until the nightmare ends!
This worldwide plight has shown to us
That heroes there abound
Who’ll find a cure and beat this bug
To make us safe and sound.
So, I’m a hero too, you know
By being true to me.
I stay inside and bide my time
Until we all are free.
“Amanda Davis” by Jeanie Axton
Leave a commentAmanda Davis
sometimes called Mavis
devoured a mango in May
It dripped down her dress
the juice made a right mess
that couldn’t be scrubbed away!
Her mother was frantic
she threw a huge wobbly
that frightened the families Maltese
He leapt over the fence
sprung up high in the air
and floated away with the breeze
Amanda Davis
sometimes called Mavis
was banned from Mangos in May
She ditched the old dress
took an interest in chess
and chomped on apples instead
“Dinner Dinosaur” by Celia Berrell
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Their dinosaur mother
left earlier on
as Sauropods never
cared for their young.
So baby-saurs scratched
from inside their shells
‘til together they hatched
from their eggy cells.
Their nest had a guest
of a hungry snake
just waiting for food
to hatch on its plate!
But snakes only munch
one mouthful for tea.
So hatching at once,
most babies ran free.
There’s safety in numbers … for some anyway!
“THE DINOSAURUS WALTZ” by Jaz Stutley
Leave a commentWhat fun to dance like the dinosaurs did
In a prehistoric way.
In addition to lying around in the sun,
Super-sized creatures need oodles of fun.
If you’re built like Tyrannosaurus Rex,
There are rules of conduct the world expects;
What fun to dance like the dinosaurs did,
In a prehistoric way.
What fun to dance like the dinosaurs did
And go waltzing round and round.
One two three, one two three, you can say –
It’s great to be dancing the dinosaur way.
When you move like Tyrannosaurus Rex,
You have to go slowly – as one expects;
What fun to dance like the dinosaurs did,
And go waltzing round and round.
“At Dendy’s Dinosaur Dungeon” by Katherine Gallagher
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Deadly Dinosaurs Delving
Dangerous Dinosaurs Dazzling
Decorous Dinosaurs Drawing
Dandy Dinosaurs Dancing
Dehydrated Dinosaurs Drinking
Desperate Dinosaurs Digging
Dizzy Dinosaurs Digesting
©Katherine Gallagher
“Asteroid” by Chris Owen
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A dinosaur saw in the sky
An asteroid go soaring by.
Then, looking over to its friend,
It said, ‘I think that was…
THE END
‘Puff’, the Magic Dragon by Toni Newell
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‘Puff’ was a magic dragon,
Who lived by the sea,
Had a friend, Jackie Paper,
And had a friend in me.
He may have sailed with Jackie,
Upon the ocean blue,
But used to play with me ashore,
This story being true.
He wagged his tail behind him,
Whilst walking he would roar,
And everyone loved magic ‘Puff’,
He was gentle to the core.
When Jackie Paper passed away,
‘Puff’ was very sad,
He roared aloud in his grief,
Having lost his comrade.
We walked the street together,
His scales glistening in the sun,
Remembering Jackie Paper,
And recalling all the fun.
Yes, dragons last forever,
And he outlasted me,
One day we’ll be together again,
Magic ‘Puff’, Jackie Paper and me.