I will leave behind the old shore,
that spent and weary year,
and cross over to the new,
bright and blue and clear.
I can see the peaks I’ll climb,
I’ll achieve my dreams — you’ll see!
I’ll make the world a better place,
the best year it can be.
A New Zealand lake and mountains. Photo by Ginette Pestana
Now we’ve seen the new year in
and seen the old one out,
How were all our past days spent
and what they were about?
Good days and bad days
Quiet days and mad days
Low days and glad days
Slow days and sad days
All those days that took away
twelve months of our time –
They were the days –
These are the days
of auld lang syne
I made a resolution
to keep the whole year through.
I wrote it down but lost it,
now I don’t know what to do.
I’ve searched but cannot find it,
no matter how I strive.
Oh well, I’ll make another one
in twenty-twenty-five.
It’s a new year and I’m supposed to make a resolution.
A promise to myself to do better –
to continue my evolution.
Eat less sugar.
Do my homework on time.
Less screen time –
no I don’t think I’ll promise that.
But then I heard people say, new year’s resolutions only last a few weeks.
A month at best!
So I’m going to start a revolution and do away with new year’s resolutions.
Unless it’s eating more chocolate.
And more screen time.
And maybe more books.
Happy New Year!
Dandy dinosaurs dancing
Dreamy dinosaurs drinking
Dexterous dinosaurs dinking
Dainty dinosaurs dazzling
Devilish dinosaurs diving
Dozy dinosaurs dallying
Delicate dinosaurs dawdling
Dimpled dinosaurs drooping
Image courtesy of Vector Stock
I wonder what the New Year will bring,
What games we’ll play and songs we’ll sing?
Will it be shiny and full of fun,
Will it look after everyone?
Will it be hopeful for every race,
Will I live it full of faith?
I think the New Year is up to me:
I’ll make it the year I want it to be!
Christmas is coming,
Our school year’s complete.
It’s time for admiring,
As we walk street to street.
On doors we see wreaths
of green and red holly.
On balconies, sleighs,
and Santas fat and jolly.
The streets are not dark,
Even though it’s late,
For blinking and winking
On tree, fence or gate
Is a string of sparkling LED lights.
Our suburb’s gone magic
With colours so bright
We’ll visit again,
A new street each night.
But I’m glad that the sparkling
Is a Christmas-time treat
Like presents and cicadas,
and too much to eat.
The year keeps on turning,
Christmas is almost over.
Tomorrow is New Year’s Day
So tonight we’re all going
To the fireworks display.
Australian Children’s Poetry 