Floating on my bed,
Sheep playing in my head.
We’ll fly right past the moon,
Singing songs on Neptune.
Dance among the stars,
Sip Milo over Mars.
Slide down the Milky Way,
There’s always time to play.
Southern Cross, we’ll take a stroll
And throw pillows in a black hole.
Who wants to go to sleep?
I’d rather count some sheep!
Artwork: COUNTING SHEEP by Gemma Creegan
Millions of moths,
Bogong they’re called.
Fluttering down Bong Bong Street
And on yachts, where they’re moored.
Covering the Pines,
Near Kiama Blowhole.
Dancing on Bottlebrush
Sharing Little Corella’s pole.
Is the Daisy Spring Festival
What they’ve come here for?
Dislike them or love them,
They’re hard to ignore.
Like a frolic of fairies
Such a magical site.
The whisper of moths
Fly towards light.
Inside people’s homes,
Moths are clustering on walls.
Finding cracks in the door,
They’re inundating halls.
Then we awake one morning
And the spell has been broken.
“Bogongs begone!”
Must have been spoken.
An eclipse of mocha
Migrating to Australian Alps caves.
Leaving Kiama’s shore,
Saying goodbye to crystal blue waves.
This poem was recently published in the The Bugle News in Kiama, NSW.
Photo by Linda Davidson
This post was scheduled for Monday 19th October, however we are currently having problems behind the scenes with the ACP website. Please accept our apologies.
Bobby the Bilby is cute as can be.
He’s very shy and hides from me.
With long ears and a pointy nose
He builds his burrow with clawed toes.
I want to pat his soft grey fur.
Down a burrow he dashes in a blur.
Should I wait in the pale moonlight,
or come back again tomorrow night?
National Bilby Day is the 13th September 2026
Image from Save the Bilby fund
Jump on a cloud; let’s go for a race.
Mine’s an elephant with a smiling face.
Yours is a dolphin leaping over the waves.
He seems a bit wild; I hope he behaves!
Let’s race to the rainbow, glistening with light.
We’ll count all the stripes – so fun and so bright!
Then leap onto colour, floating down with a flutter
To land in the prize – a pot of golden butter.
Artwork: STARING AT CLOUDS by Jennifer Barrand
https://www.jennibarrand.com/
Poem inspired by August Picture Poetry Prompt.
Winter in Australia is varied that’s true blue,
From snowy mountain ranges to temps of thirty-two.
Winter begins when the month of June has arrived.
And the nights are usually cooler, no matter where you reside.
Winter nights make clearer air, so the stars twinkle brighter
While winter days are shorter and the sun appears calmer.
Winter is great for drinking hot chocolate that is steaming
And snuggling with blankets while reading and dreaming.
Winter is a time for jackets, socks and beanies to be worn,
And bonfires on the beach are a fun way to stay warm.
Image from Pixabay
Lately I’ve become quite the honey connoisseur,
Trying different flavours as I go from store to store.
I’ve learnt the taste and colour depends on the flower.
Stringybark is dark while Blue Gum is amber.
Worker bees forage and collect the nectar;
Caring for the queen – they will fiercely protect her.
Drone bees have no stinger and they are the males,
While females do a waggle dance by ‘talking’ with their tails.
Keep on buzzing, little bees, I’m in awe of your skill.
Lucky honey won’t expire ‘cause my shelf is now full.
It’s time for gooey sweetness on my toast and in my tea.
Then I’ll plant some garden flowers to keep the honey bees happy.
Honey Bee by Linda Davidson
Photo taken by Linda Davidson
Happy World Bee Day !!
A mother’s love is like a freshly picked bouquet;
Full of life and colour, making everything okay.
A mother’s love is like the brightest shining star;
Lighting the way with warmth, even from afar.
A mother’s love is like the best pages from a book;
Guiding with truth and wisdom, as you take a fresh look.
A mother’s love is like a lioness watching her cubs play;
Defending and providing as you grow stronger every day.
A mother’s love is like a moon beam full of gentle light;
As her prayers of protection keep you safe at night.
A mother’s love is celebrated on a special Sunday each year.
Spend some time with Mum in May to show her that you care.
A Mother’s Love by Linda Davidson
Image from Pixabay
Dressed in PJays and ready for bed;
We’ve cleaned our teeth – or so they said.
Excited whispers and cheeky looks;
Tiptoe down the hall – some carrying books.
As the door closes, the giggles explode
Like someone pressed the chuckling mode.
There’s stories to tell; eruptions of laughter;
Dreams being told of happily ever after.
Dancing around and talking about boys;
Playing pop music replaces playing with toys.
Trying on new outfits while swinging hips;
Iphone messages and trending clips.
Friendships formed and memories made;
Thinking they’re adults as childhood fades.
Giggles of joy and chatter that’s hearty;
There’s no sleep tonight at the Pyjama Party!
Pyjama Party by Linda Davidson
Image from Pixabay
Tossing and turning, rolling around
Tomorrow’s worries on my mind
Reading my book then lights out
Silent prayers thought about
Pulling up covers
Snuggly and warm
Relaxing
Dreamy
Sleep
Bedtime by Linda Davidson
Image from Pixabay
Easter Sunday is for you and me
Because Jesus rose to set us free
To give us new life filled with hope
His faithful love to help us cope
A fresh start with a joyful prayer
From a heart of peace that shows care
Cracking your chocolate egg open wide
Remember to look for new beginnings inside!
Image from Pixabay
