“Forty Days in Italian”  by Celia Berrell

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Venice, in the Middle Ages

feared infection from the boats

that visited its harboured stages,

ordering sailors to “stay afloat!”

For forty days they had to anchor.

NOT set foot on Venice land,

to make sure none were sick and rank

or had bubonic plague at hand.

Quaranta giorni (Kwa-rant-a jee-or-nee)

Quaranta giorni (Kwa-rant-a jee-or-nee)

is “Forty Days” in Italian.

That’s where the word for isolation

known as QUARANTINE began.

 

https://www.dictionary.com/e/quarantine-vs-isolation/

What does quarantine mean?

In general, quarantine is “a strict isolation imposed to prevent the spread of disease.” We know what you might be thinking: so, quarantine is … just an isolation? Not exactly.

As the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) explains, the practice of a quarantine specifically involves:

the separation of a person or group of people reasonably believed to have been exposed to a communicable disease but not yet symptomatic, from others who have not been so exposed, to prevent the possible spread of the communicable disease.

The takeaway: People are put in quarantine when they are not currently sick, but have been or may have been exposed to a communicable disease. This can help stop the spread of the disease.

Voluntary quarantine (when someone isn’t ordered to go into quarantine but chooses to do so just out of caution) is often called self-quarantine.

Entering English in the early 1600s, this “isolation” sense of quarantine comes from the Italian quarantina, a period of forty days, derived from quaranta, the Italian for “forty.” (The Italian quaranta, if you’re curious, comes from the Latin quadrāgintā, also meaning “forty.”)

What’s so special about 40? Historically, quarantine referred to a period—originally of 40 days—imposed upon ships when suspected of carrying an infectious or contagious disease. This practice was done in Venice in the 1300s in an effort to stave off the plague.

 

“A Friendship Clock” by Celia Berrell

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“Got to stop. Got to stop

and blow the dandelion clock.”

That’s what my best friend used to say.

And then we’d blow that clock away.

 

She’s moved-on to another town.

I’m left alone and feeling down.

I still think of the fun we had.

Our friendship made me very glad.

 

The dandelion’s flower-head

all golden-yellow, sunshine-fed

is made of many small florets

arranged all neatly in a set.

 

When fertilised by bugs and bees

each little flower forms a seed.

They all hold hands with hairy arms.

As though they make a friendship charm.

 

And so I play this little game.

Remembering my best friend’s name.

“Got to stop. Got to stop

and blow the dandelion clock.”

“How to have hygienic hands“  by Celia Berrell

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How to have hygienic hands

 

Some harmful bugs

we’ve touched will hide

in crinkly creases,

moist or wide;

in crevices

and groovy spots

of which our hands

have quite a lot.

 

Make sure the soap

will never fail

to rummage under

fingernails.

And rub each

padded fingerprint

upon a palm

or handy dint.

 

Then soap and rub

each finger base –

those webby bits,

with fingers laced.

When rinsed and dried

our hands are ACE …

unless we touch

our nose and face!

 

https://www.newscientist.com/letter/mg24532690-100-handwashing-technique-more-important-than-time/

“The Trendy Regaliceratops”  by Celia Berrell

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The Trendy Regaliceratops 

This leafy-loving herbivore

weighed a hefty ton or more.

Six metres long and bulky strong,

this dinosaur, we got so wrong!

 

His bony frill’s not meant as armour.

More, a snazzy lady-charmer!

Pretty as a peacock’s tail

in battle, it would surely fail.

 

Those horns above his nose and eyes

are such a trendy cute surprise.

Too flimsy for a fight to start

his fancy horns are body art!

 

A cousin of Triceratops

with colourful Canadian chops,

perhaps he was polite and coy

although he looked more like HELLBOY!

Celia Berrell

http://www.the-scientist.com/?articles.view/articleNo/43191/title/Spiky-Headed-Dino-Discovered/

“Baby Eucalypts” with Teacher Notes  by Celia Berrell

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Baby Eucalypts

 

When fire has passed,

eucalypts are reborn.

Tough woody capsules

release their seeds,

falling on ash

which is nutrient-rich.

Plunging their roots

into first-rained earth,

their view of the Sun

helps speed that growth,

for the canopy’s shade

is burnt and gone.

 

Animals fled.

So new leaves, uneaten,

make a dash

towards the sky.

No insects in sight

means delicate shoots

don’t get sucked dry

of their life-giving juice.

Alone in the quiet

on black-rich soil,

those baby trees have

the best start in life.

 

http://www.forest-education.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/eucalypt_adaptations.pdf

Fire has been a constant visitor to Tasmanian forests for millions of years. It has shaped the evolution of many plant species and communities. In fact, many species are not only adapted to fire, but actually have features that help to promote it. Fire is an essential part of the life cycle of many plant communities, including dry eucalypt forests and wet eucalypt forests. Fire behaves differently, however, in each of these systems. A key difference between eucalypts and rainforest trees is that eucalypts are adapted to, and take advantage of major, widespread disturbances of the forest canopy, especially those caused by fire. Individual trees of different species can withstand the effects of fire to varying degrees, but all eucalypt forest types depend on it to some extent for regeneration. Eucalypt seed release is triggered by fire, when tough, woody capsules empty their contents onto a nutrient-rich ash seedbed from which all the understorey competition for light, water and nutrients has been removed. Browsing animals are driven out for a time, and the heat-treatment of soil reduces the numbers of plant-eating insects and soil organisms during the short but crucial early growth period.

“Nari’s Hero Echo”  by Celia Berrell

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Nari’s Hero Echo

(A true dolphin story from 2009)

 

Nari’s grown up

meeting lots of

humans every day.

They feed him fish

and watch as all

the dolphins swim and play.

 

Along with best-friend

Echo he will

entertain the guests.

By herding fish

round paddling feet

that tickle them in jest.

 

He’ll let the humans

stroke him as

for people, that’s a “must”.

It’s how we say

“I love you” and

that care’s gained Nari’s trust.

 

But recently

poor Nari got

a shark-bite on his head.

An injury

so serious

it could have left him dead.

 

For three whole days

the people feared

that Nari must have died.

He didn’t come

to visit them

and many people cried.

 

Then Echo brought

his injured friend

to Tangalooma beach.

And coaxed poor Nari

‘til he swam

within the people’s reach.

 

They gently lifted

Nari from his

darkened sea of gloom.

And flew him out

to Sea World where

their vets could treat his wounds.

 

Nari’s back at

Tangalooma

showing off his scars.

The people are

ecstatic.  He’s

Australia’s dolphin star!

 

Have a read of the link to an article below

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2009-02-17/nari-the-dolphin-recovers-after-surgery/299910

“Meditations”  by Celia Berrell

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Meditations

Drifting on a tranquil lake

of mottled hopes and patterned faith.

Feeling peace and tenderness,

amidst your lucid water-ness.

 

And like a caterpillar nigh,

transforming to a butterfly,

I know there is a part of me

transcending through infinity.

 

 

This poem was inspired by the painting Melting Transitions Rise by Sharon Davson.

 

All four poems and pictures will feature in the artist’s biography DAVSON Art with Love and Graditude scheduled for the printers later this year.

“Mother of Invention”  by Celia Berrell

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Neo-natal humankind

is ceaseless of enquiring mind.

With science and technology

the stopper’s out dynamically.

 

From fire to furnaced energy

from steam to electricity.

We modify genetically

and glean the stars effectively.

 

We can’t slow down

this gain in pace.

The fascination’s

well in place.

 

Much to learn,

with good intention,

drives this mother

of invention

 

 

This poem was inspired by the crayon drawing Origins of the Future by Sharon Davson.

The poem was published in the Canadian school Textbook Nelson English 10 in 2012

 

“Peace by Piece”  by Celia Berrell

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Peace by Piece  

The world is getting smaller

and it’s breaking into bits.

Let’s put it back together

peace by piece

the puzzle fits.

 

Repairs can all be tended

by the tiniest of friends.

As working altogether

peace by piece

the puzzle mends.

 

 

This poem was inspired by the painting Together We Can by Sharon Davson.

The poem was published in the Malaysian school textbook English Form 1 by Pelangi Books in 2016

“The Beauty of it All”  by Celia Berrell

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The Beauty of it All

All we can touch, and all we see

began in cosmic history.

How long ago came things to be?

Perhaps it was infinity.

 

All our surroundings hold in store

the clues to what has gone before.

A fascination long prevails

to understand time’s every tale.

 

Our tiny Earth holds precious gifts

as through the universe it drifts.

With organisms varied, rife,

are we alone in having life?

 

This special form of energy

enduring in its frailty,

bestows such beauty, all admired,

intelligence is awe-inspired.

 

 

This poems was inspired by the painting Called Away by Sharon Davson.

The image and poem were published in the Australian school textbook Macmillan English 7  in 2011