“Baby Eucalypts” 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!

 

Read about Nari in the link 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.

 

“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.

It 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 and 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

“Snowy Sugar- OSES” by Celia Berrell

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“Intangible Gifts” by Celia Berrell

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We don’t have to wait until Christmas

to share some intangible gifts.

It could be a morsel of caring

wrapped up in a smile, set adrift to sail on a seascape of glances

to bridge any saddening rifts

and reach that deserving receiver

we yearn in our heart to uplift.

https://www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/intangible

 

“Tower Power” by Celia Berrell

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A group of giraffes 

is called a tower.

 

Each day, they sleep 

for less than an hour.

They’ll munch on leaves 

from acacia trees,

while ear-flicking flies 

in savannah’s breeze,

reaching up high 

with grace and ease …

 

giraffes shouldn’t need 

to climb those trees!

 

Celia Berrell

 

“Helping Hands”  by Celia Berrell

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Helping Hands

 

Terrible things can happen,

that tear our lives apart.

They’ll rip at our roots,

blacken our view

and scorch into our heart.

 

Possessions then no longer

are things to which we cling.

Instead we’ll grasp

those helping hands

where love and hope can spring.