NAIDOC Week and What do you see in the sea? Prompt #4

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With all of the amazing things you can see in the sea, I’ve been incredibly lucky to have watched the many whales entertaining us all with flips, flops and spectacular breaches, as they slowly make their way along the coast in the past few weeks. So I thought I would ask you – what do you see in the sea? It is also NAIDOC week, so please send in any poetry relating to this special time celebrating the culture, history and achievements of our Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples. Send your poems to ozchildrenspoetry@gmail.com and attach it as a word doc or write it in the body of your email.

Here is my acrostic contribution.

WHALEBERABAKAAN (Awabakal language)

W Wild and wonderful, majestic and gentle creatures.

H Humpbacks languidly and unhurried, make their way north.

A Agile and acrobatic, they flip flukes and splash pectorals,

L Leaping towards the sky as if to say, ‘Here I am!’

E Echoing their songs beneath the waves.

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Plastic

 

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.

Karen Hendriks

 

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Image courtesy of Rosemary Ratcliff at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Image courtesy of Rosemary Ratcliff at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Ocean Life

by Anna Jacobson

 

We scrabble over sun

warmed rocks and peer into

rock pools. Small crabs scuttle

sideways, sea anemones wave

and we climb on further- feet slip

in rubber thongs and we glimpse

a squishy sea cucumber, silkworm

soft. In another pool lies a blue starfish.

We race to the ocean to cool our skin,

water so clear we see a large bream flick

its tail and swim off into the depths.