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Inspiration                                          

The artist saw a landscape;

It inspired him to paint.

 

The poet saw her painting;

It inspired him to write.

The musician read the words,

And wrote a melody to match.

 

The dancer heard the song,

And it inspired them to dance!

Lynelle Kendall

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A Single Thought

 

A single thought

Sends a man up a mountain

Or across vast oceans

Into unknown lands.


A single thought

Helps to unlock science

An apple falls

And he understands.

 

A single thought

Is the birth of kindness

Or the start of a story

Or an idea grand.

 

A single thought

(like the one you’re thinking)

Is how many great things

In this world began.

Lynelle Kendall
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #6

Poetry Prompt 6

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Good News Story

By Lynelle Kendall

The Easter story starts at Christmas,

When a baby named Jesus was born.

A special child, sent to save all people.

He brought hope like a bright new dawn.

As a man he told people God wanted their friendship,

But the wrong things they did had to go.

God is good, he is sad when we steal, when we lie,

When we’re mean to the people we know.

The first Easter, good Friday, Jesus died on a cross,

Took away all those wrong things we do,

And to prove he’s God’s son, and that those things are gone,

He came back to life! Yes it’s true!

Trust him with your heart and you can be God’s friend!

That’s what Easter is really about.

Hot cross buns will remind us; Jesus made a way,

It’s a good news story, no doubt!

Poetry Prompt 11Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #12.

Author’s Note: At Easter, Christians celebrate that Jesus died on the cross and came back to life. This good news is for all people everywhere. If you want to
find out more, ask the Chaplain at your school.
 

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Bird Registration

by Lynelle Kendall

 

I’m standing in queue,

With you, you and you,

Feathered comrades all waiting to pay.

At the front sits an owl,

With a permanent scowl,

Give me patience! I’ve been here all day.

 

I’ve forms in my pinions,

And formed an opinion,

That registrations take too long.

At last it’s my turn,

With the owl looking stern,

Asking questions about right and wrong.

 

His queries abated.

How long I had waited!

Then he handed me paper and quill.

I loudly protested,

At the figure suggested,

So large was the size of my bill!

 

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #7

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Guya

by Lynelle Kendall

 

Arc of horizon

Sea hugging land

The shape of myself

I leave in the sand

 

Hollow of woomera

Line of my spear

Poised over ocean

Sparkling clear

 

Shapeshifting shadows

Shimmer of scales

Strike fast as lightning

Timber shaft sails

 

Cuts through the water

Whoop with delight

We’ll eat barramundi

For dinner tonight.

‘Guya’

 

  • Submitted to Poetry Prompt #3

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Lynelle says: Written in response to Poetry prompt #3 “Shapes”, the third and fourth lines of the poem refer to the U symbol that represents a person in traditional indigenous dot paintings. It is based on my experience at Daliwuy Bay in Arnhem Land, where I watched a boy fishing with his spear in the shallows. In his language – Yolŋu Matha – guya means fish.

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Under the Stairs

By Lynelle Kendall

 

In my very big house

There’s a very small room

That’s just the right size for me

 

It’s under the stairs

It’s got pillows for chairs

And a torch so my teddies can see

 

There we read and we play

And tell stories all day

You see, we don’t need too much space

 

It’s all that I need

And I’m happy indeed

When I’ve crawled into my secret place.

 

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #1Poetryprompt1