“Teddy Comes to Town” by James Aitchison

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Teddy comes to town

 

One fine day I’d

love to meet

a teddy bear walking

down the street.

Wobble-bobble,

tubble-bobble,

a teddy bear walking

down the street.

 

We’d go shopping,

then to tea,

with cakes and sandwiches

one, two, three.

Wobble-bobble,

tubble-bobble,

we’d fill our tummies, that

bear and me!

 

Next time you go

down the street,

perhaps a teddy bear

you will meet.

Wobble-bobble,

tubble-bobble,

a teddy bear walking

down the street.

“The Kindness Boomerang” by James Aitchison

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“What do I miss in the mist?” By James Aitchison

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“The Willie Wagtail” by James Aitchison

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The Willie Wagtail is Australia’s best-loved and best-known fantail.  And that tail wags constantly — side to side — as its owner scurries across the lawn seeking insects for a snack.  Wagtails don’t mind us humans, but aggressively defend their own territories against feathered interlopers.  You can tell the wagtail by its call that’s heard night and day; it sounds like “sweet-pretty-creature”. 

Willie Wagtail

 

Sweet pretty creature, 

sweet pretty creature,

that’s the sound of your call.

Sweet pretty creature,

sweet pretty creature,

the sweetest call of all.

Sweet pretty creature,

sweet pretty feature,

we love your wagging walk.

Sweet pretty creature,

sweet pretty creature,

if only you could talk.

 

                                     

“I Am What I Paint” by James Aitchison

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I AM WHAT I PAINT
From my brain to my fingers,
Then my fingers to the brush,
Sometimes painting slowly,
Sometimes in a rush.
My thoughts go down my arm,
They burst out fresh and free.
For what I paint is what I am,
It’s me there you can see.
My soul is there in every stroke,
In every single splash,
In every single colour,
In every dab and dash.
I hope you like my paintings,
Each and every one,
My pictures have a lot to say
When finally they’re done!
 
                                  James Aitchison
 

“A season of riches” by James Aitchison

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A season of riches 
Gold is growing
in the trees,
and at your feet
in the leaves.
Walk a pathway
dipped in gold,
softest green and
amber bold.
Soon we will feel
winter’s chills,
but autumn first
richly thrills.
                  James Aitchison

“Social distancing” by James Aitchison

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“Wattle” by James Aitchison

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“Curious clothes” by James Aitchison

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Curious clothes

 

Cygnet’s singlets

are very white;

when they shrink

they’re very tight.

 

Do spiders were suspenders?

I think they really do.

They’re made of red elastic

in sizes 1 and 2.

“A world of teddies” by James Aitchison

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I spy as I pass by

A teddy in a window

Watching me!

Oh what fun, oh such glee,

A teddy in a window

Watching me!

 

Wherever I wander,

More teddies I see

Sitting in windows,

Watching me.

Who put them there

Two by two?

I’d like to thank you

And you and YOU!