Jumping, biting, annoying,
Sneaky little flea.
Scritch, scratch, scritch,
I have a terrible itch.
How do I ditch this itch?
A flea on board,
Becomes a terrible game.
Flea twister is no fun,
Trying to find the little biter.
Take off your clothes,
And jump into the sea,
Swim, dive, and float,
Surf a few waves.
No more itch,
Wash those clothes,
Peace at last,
No more sneaky little flea.
Is as hot as buttery toast.
Cooling dips to wash the sticky ickiness away,
Reclining in movies to munch on choc tops,
Chit chatting to friends to stay connected,
Soaking up joyous Summer freedom.
Summer fairs to laugh and whizz and bang on rides,
It’s okay to just be,
Baking hot sun is no fun,
An ancient tree to gaze underneath.
Summer breeze kisses my face,
Sea spray to tickles my salty toes,
Oh how I love the sea.
Big, bubbles floating in the air.
Soapy, sudsy, spheres,
I can see my reflection in you.
Magical colours reflect,
Fragile and soft,
I make a precious wish.
To be free just like you,
To see the world in rainbow colours,
If I just look close enough,
I will see all the wonder and beauty,
That is all around.
Useful, cheap, convenient,
Found everywhere in our seas.
Endless uses.
It floats, swims, travels,
Found in hungry bellies.
Entangles and traps sea life.
Our Sea
Once clean and pristine,
Full of plastic debris,
No longer free of you,
On the sea bottom,
On the sea top,
No escape from you.
Crying Sea
How much longer can the sea put up with you?
Or will the sea just become a murky plastic soup?
Please stop the plastic poisoning,
Before it’s too late.
Stop making useless waste,
That hurts and kills me.
Big, powerful white bear,
Lives in Arctic cold,
Strong, firm, white,
Covered in protective fur,
Black eyes, sharp claws,
Hungry belly,
That gnaws away all day.
This snowy white land,
That was once your friend.
Is melting away earlier,
Freezing up later.
Struggling to hunt seals.
You need to travel further and further
Less sea ice
More walking
More swimming
How far will you have to go?
Only the weather knows
Lucky you are strong,
But who knows for how much longer?
Will there still be a place in the Arctic Cold for you?
Or will you just disappear into nowhere?
Australian Children’s Poetry 