I Wish

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I Wish…

 

Oh goose you fly so very high,

I wish that I could too.

Up up, up up, into the sky,

There’s nothing I can do.

 

I stand here wishing I’d grow wings,

I never hope for other things.

I dream at night that I’ve gained height,

And the earth is almost out of sight.

 

But here I am, stuck on the ground,

Never to be seen or found,

Up there with you oh goose,

For I am just a humble moose.

 

Oh moose as I look down below,

I notice you especially.

You graze the grass, you sip the lake,

You wander so majestically.

 

Your antlers have such symmetry,

They make a stunning crown.

Your fur hide, is a royal robe,

Magnificent though brown.

 

And since you simply cannot fly;

You’re never going to fledge,

I’ve bought a gift – an airline ticket,

With a dozen golden eggs.

 

So dream your dreams,

You never know just what you will achieve.

Many things are possible,

So long as you believe.

 

 

Louise McCarthy

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A Secret Space

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A Secret Space

 

There was shelter –

An upturned water tank

With an entrance hole —

My secret space

In the brittle summer bush

Where I’d hide,

Dark and bruised and splintered.

 

In those childhood days

I was an outlaw of sorts,

Travelling alone,

Not fitting anywhere,

Listening to cicadas throbbing

With song,

Beyond words,

Wanting nothing

But the arc of my mother’s arms

 

 

Dianne Bates

Writing Poetry for Kids – Children are the Future for Poetry

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A panel exploring Writing Poetry for Kids, hosted by the Brisbane Square Library, was held at the Queensland Poetry Festival 2017, Saturday August 26th. It was encouraging to see the theatrette full, and a mixture of backgrounds: parents, local writing for children community members, local writers and poets, and general public in attendance, as well as a few children. The library did a beautiful job hosting and making sure the equipment was all sound checked and ready to go. Thanks to the Queensland Poetry Festival for including this panel in the festival.

The panel examined the idea that children are the future of keeping the art of poetry alive. If they love it, then when they grow up, their children in turn will love it.  So how then do we foster and keep poetry vibrant, inclusive, and add it onto everyone’s would like to try or must do, and…

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Are you a children’s poet with a passion for sharing poetry and promoting Australian children’s poets and their work?

An enthusiastic volunteer is needed to take over the administration of this popular blog.

After working on Australian Children’s Poetry for two and a half years, I feel the time has come to step aside and hand over to someone new because I have a number of writing projects that will be demanding more of my attention over coming months. It’s been such an enjoyable experience being involved in the site and connecting with so many wonderful children’s poets. Your generosity in sharing your work with others for the Poem of the Day posts has been overwhelming and it’s always exciting to see what new poems have turned up in my in box in response to the weekly Poetry Prompts, which are fun to create.

Basically the administrator’s role involves receiving poems by email and posting the Poem of the Day to the blog, approving (or trashing spam) comments, updating the A-Z of Australian children’s poets as required and sharing information about competitions and articles about Australian children’s poetry.

If you’re interested in taking on this voluntary role, please contact me at teenawriter@gmail.com or Dianne Bates at dibates@outlook.com

Teena

Poems of the Day

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Poetry Prompt #19 attracted a swag of wonderful Acrostic poems. I hope you enjoy this selection as much as I did.

River

River, river, I don’t know

River, river, where you flow

Your course varies north to south

Where’s your source?  Where’s your mouth?

You’re a winding watery snake!

(Now read it again, starting from the bottom)

James Aitchison

 

The River Goes to Sleep

Ripples leave their

Imprints on a soft and sandy rise,

Vines are dipping fingers while the

Evening winks her eyes;

Resting crimson ribbons round the river’s dusty sides.

Alys Jackson

 

RIVER

 

Running to school one cold wet day

Into dreams of escape and running away

Visiting islands full of sea and sun

Enjoying swimming and lots of fun

Returned to reality dark and grey.

 

Required homework not done yet

Idiot me never a teacher’s pet

Very hard to get past this disaster

Explaining why I can’t work faster

Rewriting forever the homework set.

Margaret Pearce

 

Acrostic River

Resting river, a rill rocks our raft

Icy depths of ink immersing ivy

Vacillation, veering with veritable vigour,

Exploration of each elemental eddy is exciting

Run raft run, rejoicing round the rapids

Virginia Lowe

 

 

 

Poem of the Day

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What is Red?

 

I strolled in the woods,

Wearing a red hood.

Looking cool in the neighbourhood.

 

 

I knock, knocked at Granny’s door.

I heard a terrible snore.

Just like a dinosaur roar.

 

Poor granny lay dead still.

Given a sleeping pill.

I’m no dill.

 

 

My eyes could see

You were dressed to trick me.

I pretended all was as it should be.

 

 

In the big four-poster bed you lay,

Hoping I would play.

But this was my day to make you pay.

 

 

All was not what it seemed.

Your sharp teeth gleamed.

Showing you for who you are was my dream.

 

 

A mean cold stare,

Laid you bare.

Come closer you dared.

 

I had to be brave

To save poor granny from the grave.

Coming your way was a shock wave.

 

 

I may be sweet and dressed in red

But you should be filled with dread.

That isn’t Granny in the sickbed.

 

 

I asked the secret code word of you

You looked blue

You had no clue.

 

 

Three letters please

Don’t be a tease.

I can see you freeze

 

 

Tell me now

Stop wrinkling your brow

On your nose ‘kapow!’

 

The code word is red.

Your face is red.

You run with dread.

 

Sharing is caring

Your red face is laid bare

For now there is no one you can scare.

 

Karen Hendriks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry Prompt #19

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Get set to create! This week’s challenge is to write an acrostic poem for kids using the word ‘river’. You can use the letters as initials at the start of each line, or be even more adventurous and include them in the middle of lines or as the final letter of a line. I’m really interested to see what you do with this one. Send your contributions to me at teenawriter@gmail.com as a Word document attachment. Please make sure your name is on your poem.

Happy writing!

Teena