The heat, the heat, the horrible heat
Crack an egg out on the street
Don’t like egg with gravel on it?
Fry the next one on the car bonnet!
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Man, It’s Hot! by Norah Colvin
Leave a commentThey stood side by side in a paddock one day,
Two tall gentlemen watching children at play.
When seen from a distance they both looked the same,
Just silently watching, not joining the game.
The sun warmed them gradually, ever so slow,
The heat barely noticed till both had to go.
“It’s hot!” said the first as he left for the day.
The second said nothing, just melted away.
When later the children came looking around,
Not even one trace of the men could be found.
With sadness they realised what they had forgot:
That snowmen can’t last when the weather gets hot!
Poem of the Day
Leave a commentCloudless skies
By Sioban Timmer
I lift a hand up to my eyes
While scuffing shoes and shooing flies
Watching the heat cloud wave and rise
As I journey under cloudless skies
The path is long to our home gate
The only traffic, trucks and freight
Frustrating if the mail is late
Meaning yet another day to wait
But not today, I have no fear
I sense it as I’m drawing near
That in that box, with address clear
Today I know, my book is here
Unwrapping it, the cover cold
Embossed with letters nice and bold
What tales are waiting to be told?
What new adventures will unfold?
I lift my hand up to my eyes
Now flying feet and fleeing flies
Watching the heat cloud wave and rise
As I journey under cloudless skies.
- Submitted in response to Words+Pictures #4
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Poem of the Day
3 CommentsA Shelter
Neridah McMullin
I put off going to bed,
The cloud cover,
Keeps the heat in…
And the stillness
Is oppressive.
Robins, wrens, honey eaters,
Panted the day away,
In shaded canopy,
Their beaks open.
Too hot to complain.
I open up the house,
All the doors; windows.
Something might wander in…
But hopefully,
It will wander out.
Thrown wide,
It’s no longer a house.
It’s a shelter,
A secret place.
A bed in the forest.
Under the sheets,
I listen to the night’s music.
Muted waves break,
Crickets click, ruffled feathers soften.
And at last, the birds are asleep.
Australian Children’s Poetry 