Beautiful pink and yellow flowers,
Swinging through the wind side to side.
Dreamily being so sweet,
Admiring the daylight.
Amazing flowers,
Sweetly gazing
In the field.
Flower,
Sweet.
Eglantines by Isabelle – Townsville Grammar School, North Shore
Image from Pexels
We get a lot of sand in our shoes,
Marine creatures might come out too!
A time to chill and relax,
And to pick some nice shells.
A key to nature,
A special place.
The ocean.
Seashells,
Sea.
The Beach by Arlo – Townsville Grammar School, North Shore
Image from Pixabay
We listen to the roar of the waves,
As the creatures underneath hide.
So deep that none can reach them.
I see the whales jumping,
In grace and beauty,
And sharks stay low.
Sparkling waves,
Glisten,
Shine.
The Ocean by Charlee – Townsville Grammar School, North Shore
Image from Pixabay
Enjoy World Ocean Day !!
As light creeps slowly we remember,
Those who fought and risked lives in war.
Now they rest eternally,
We will remember them.
We thank the fallen.
Lest we forget,
ANZAC Day.
They die,
Fell.
Anzac Day by Cody – Townsville Grammar School, North Shore
Image from Vecteezy
Little bees flying around the sky,
Pollinating the cute flowers.
Living the beautiful life,
Flying around the woods.
Peacefully buzzing,
Black and yellow.
Very soft
Insects.
Bee!
Bees by Isabelle – Townsville Grammar School, North Shore
Image from Pixabay
A cold dark abyss
Multiple planets and stars
So much to explore
Space by Madden – Townsville Grammar School, North Shore
Image from Pixabay
A beautiful tale
Hydrangeas and lush forests
Blue and green lakes lie.
Twin Lakes by Class 4L – Townsville Grammar School North Shore
Image from Pexels
Teacher’s note: After reading a folk story about the Twin Lakes in Azores, we composed this poem as a class.
Submitted by Queensland teacher Lisa McKibben on behalf of her student Julian Schirripa.
Below is a poem by Zachary Downie. He is a 14-year-old Australian expat and currently studying at West Island School in Hong Kong. Zac is Robyn Youl’s Grandson and has written a poem about the region of Hong Kong known as Kowloon and the legend and history behind it.
1278,
There was a boy called Bing, he was 8.
He had just been crowned emperor of a doomed dynasty.
We see a boy, his subjects saw a dragon.
His subjects saw mountains, he saw fellow dragons.
He saw 8 dragons;
He saw 8 friends;
He saw 8 guardians to help him rule his kingdom.
He spoke to them:
First, P’u-Lao, my noble protector;
Alert me to danger.
Second, Ch’iu-Niu, I need music in my court;
You are my musician.
Third, Pi-Has, my lucky scholar;
Help me to learn, my friend.
Sometimes, I am lonely;
Stand by me, Pa-Hsia, in times of need.
My guardian, Chao-Feng;
Watch all that is holy: my temples and my lands.
Kublai Khan draws closer;
Douse the flames of war, Chih Wen.
Suan-Ni, keep my subjects at my side;
Keep my courtiers loyal, keep my soldiers strong.
Yai-Tzu, I am only 8 and yet I lead my people into battle;
Protect me from harm, or at least don’t let it hurt too much.
And I, Pi-Kau;
I will listen to my subjects.
I will settle their quarrels.
I will hear them and sometimes listen.
I am 8, I can do this.
1279,
Kublai Khan had won.
Bing’s dynasty is defeated.
His loyal general, Lu Xiufu, picked up the boy and leapt into the sea.
An honourable death for a boy who named a city.
Kowloon, today;
8 mountains guard a sleeping boy:
The 9th dragon.
Australian Children’s Poetry 