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Marching To The Beating Drum by Jacinta Lou

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The march began with just one child
who yearned to live in peace.
Then came their friends and their friends too –
calling for wars to cease.

Join the children in their march
from whatever land you come.
March. March. March for peace!
March to the beating drum.

It all began with just one child.
Now watch the numbers grow.
Children want to live in peace.
They won’t stop until it’s so.

Join the children in their march
from whatever land you come.
March. March. March for peace!
March to the beating drum.

‘We don’t want to live in fear
of soldiers with tanks or a gun.
We want to see a clear blue sky.
We want to play in the sun.’

So join the children in their march
from whatever land you come.
March. March. March for peace!
March to the beating drum.

March, march, march for peace!
March to the beating drum!

Illustrations by Helen Nieuwendijk

The Evolution of the Resolution by Jacinta Lou

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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!

Peace by Jacinta Lou

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The fighting is over.
Put down your gun.

Then look around you.
Tell me –  who’s won? 

The cities are flattened,
wreckage glints in the sun.

Look all around here.
Which side has won?

The soldiers go home.
They follow the sun.

They look all around.
Has anyone won?

They fought for their countries,
every daughter and son.

When we have peace;
the war will be won.

In response to November prompt Remembrance Day.

Image from Peace.fm website

The War to End Wars – WW1 by Jacinta Lou

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We remember the fallen,
Those left behind.

We honour their service,
And why they died.

They paid with their lives,
So we could have more.

They fought and they died
In the War to End Wars.

Lest we forget.

In response to November prompt Remembrance Day.

Photo from Pixabay

The March by Jacinta Lou

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Skeletons dance to a haunting tune,
as witches chant their spells to the moon.

Zombies march. White ghosts howl.
Cats screech loudly to the hoot of an owl.

Lock up your children, keep them inside.
Beware what will happen, so run – run and hide.

They will join in the march, zombies witches and more,
and fill you with dread as they knock on your door.

Knock. Knock. KNOCK!

Trick or treat?

In response to Celebrations prompt

Daffodil by Jacinta Lou

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Pushing up through cold earth.

Determined. Never failing.

The green leaves set the stage.

Presenting – the grand unveiling.

Blushing petals open shyly,

Revealing more to the sun.

Frilly ruff thrown back in triumph.

Yellow face. Spring’s begun.

Tree House by Jacinta Lou

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Home to birds and bugs.
Wasps, spiders, grubs and tree house.
Empty when wasps feed.

(In response to Prompt #5)

Image credit: Jacinta Lou

The Surging Tide by Jacinta Lou

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(in response to Prompt #4)

In the sea live many ghosts
Of pirates, convicts and more.
Lost sunken treasure.
The remnants of war.

In my yard are fossils
Where the sea used to be,
Billions of years ago
Before there was me.

The sea is claiming back the land
On islands, it’s a disaster.
The billion year shift of tides
Is coming. It’s coming even faster.

It’s speeding up as the globe heats up
Is that about how we live?
To slow it down do we need to change
How we live, what we take, what we give?

Give back to the sea by keeping it clean
Of plastics, oil and junk.
Keep the land cool by reusing more
Or one day the land will be sunk.

The tide is turning.

Photo by Quang Nguyen Vinh

Outside My Window by Jacinta Lou

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Outside my window
Black cockatoos
Walk on the grass
searching for bugs and worms after the rain.

Outside my window
currawongs hover, seeking space between cockatoos,
hungry for bugs and worms after the rain.

Outside my window
plovers land and take off again.
Too many others searching for bugs and worms after the rain.
No room for eggs here.

Outside my window, magpies chase away the larger birds.

They won the yard today.

(In response to prompt #2 What’s Outside Your Window?)

As this is Jacinta’s first contribution to Australian Children’s Poetry we thought you’d like to know a little bit about her:

I’m a writer living in the bush in southern Tasmania with my black pug, Bellatrix. When I’m not writing I look out my window to Kunanyi, Mount Wellington, and watch the many birds foraging in the trees and on the grass. I write for children and hope to publish picture books.