Everywhere, flowers.
Everywhere, fragrance.
Everywhere, blooms,
Everywhere, bees.
Everywhere, sunlight.
Everywhere, colour.
Everywhere, life.
Everywhere, smiles.
Everywhere, everywhere,
spring!

Spring flowers photo by poet.
Everywhere, flowers.
Everywhere, fragrance.
Everywhere, blooms,
Everywhere, bees.
Everywhere, sunlight.
Everywhere, colour.
Everywhere, life.
Everywhere, smiles.
Everywhere, everywhere,
spring!

Spring flowers photo by poet.
If the sun is warm in the morning,
If the breeze begins to blow,
If I come to yours in a hurry,
Where will we both go?
If you run with me down the sand-dunes,
If the waves begin to curl,
If you jump with me in the ocean,
Then I’ll teach you how to surf.

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Moon, I know
you’re rather fickle –
not long ago
you were thin as a sickle
but look at you now –
It’s night’s high noon
and you’re fat and full
as a blown balloon.
Moon, your face
is made of light
and you hang like hope
against the night,
waxing, waning,
sometimes gone,
always changing,
moving on.

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What have you been eating Brock?
That is causing quite a stink
Was it green and red
Or yellow, brown and pink?
What have you been eating Brock?
The smell is really bad
Was it a piece of carrot cake
You stole from snoring Dad?
What have you been eating Brock?
The whole house it does reek
Was it from the garbage bin
That’s been sitting there all week?
What have you been eating Brock?
Your gastric juices churning
One whiff and we will leave the room
Today, not be returning.
Brock, your plan is very clever
As you work your inner gut
To get your favourite seat at home
You whistle out your butt!

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And did they sing in Gaza?
And did they dance in Israel?
And did they harvest in Vietnam?
And did they love life in Cambodia?
And did Koreans yearn for freedom?
And did they live without fear in Germany?
And did they pursue a better life in Russia?
And did Armenians pray for their survival?
And did we all love peace?
And did we close our eyes to tyranny?
And will we ever do it again …?

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International Day of Peace. https://internationaldayofpeace.org
2026 Theme: Invest in Peace – For Everyone, Everywhere, Every Day
Teacher’s note: Anaphora is a literary device where a word or phrase is repeated at the start of successive lines or sentences. By repeating the sequence of words, students can add emphasis to their poetry. Poets.org states: “Not only can anaphora create a driving rhythm by the recurrence of the same sound, it can also intensify the emotion of the poem.”
Shake off the shackles of rhyme and pen your next poem with a pattern of ANAPHORA, where a word or expression is repeated at the beginning of each line, or the beginning of each verse.
