Girls play sport and so do boys.
Teams can make a lot of noise!
Girls may squeal and boys may shout,
But winning’s not all sport’s about!
If you win, you ‘ll feel elated.
Should you lose: a bit deflated.
Never cheat. It doesn’t pay.
Work to win next time you play.
Coaches teach you what to do.
Players can give tips to you.
Team sports make you friends and fit.
That’s the most important bit!
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Australia has been called the lucky country,
Most people have clothes and rarely go hungry.
We are free to vote and have our say,
But is it best to get our own way?
Our multicultural nation is full of colourful people.
We should respect one another and treat them as equal.
With a variety of religion, upbringing and race,
Let’s love one another and show plenty of grace.
Our differences make for vibrant discussion.
There’s so much we can learn from hearing each other.
Try praying for peace as you make some new friends,
And hope for a future where love never ends.
Let’s all come together in twenty, twenty-five,
To listen and learn, then together we’ll thrive.
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Dedicated to Gwen and her Golden Retriever Louie.
The sun is setting
a coloured sky awaits,
“Lets get moving
We cant be late”
We walk and we talk
as we pick up the pace,
towards the sunset
at our sacred place.
To the end of the pier
we arrive at our spot,
out comes the phone
for our nightly shot.
On the way home
I look back and grin
“Thanks for the walk,
Lets do this again”.
Chintzy looked at Archer
Lying on the couch
He looked up and she said
You’re nothing but a slouch!
No I’m not, he replied
A puppy needs its sleep
Chintzy, she just sighed
Your excuses you can keep
Another hour passed
And Archer still lay there
Chintzy she was seething
And thought it was unfair
He was asleep in her spot
Where she should now be
But there wasn’t any room
For her to spread out and be free
She listened to him snoring
And decided just to leap
To snuggle in beside him
So she herself could sleep.
There they lay together
Each in their world of dreams
Sharing the space together
Cats and dogs can be friends it seems.
It was a new school, I was the young fool
It wasn’t long till I saw you
I made my mind up not to waste any time
till I first knocked on your door
You had a style, you had your smile
I wasn’t sure I had the nerve
I had a friend with me for moral support
When I first knocked on your door
I won’t forget that moment;
waiting for you to appear.
A look of pleasant surprise and…
then you asked me in.
Oh yeah!
That was the first time, but not the last time
That I was seen at your place
My parents ask me why I’m never at home
Since I first knocked on your door.
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Photo: Neil Mulligan
Australian Children’s Poetry 
