A polar bear waved to me
and called a loud “hello”,
as he floated past eating fish
on a jolly big ice floe.
Penguins flapped their flippers,
a humpback slapped its tail,
and I waved back with all my might
as onward I did sail…
(In response to the Winter Waves prompt)
We’re marooned in a caravan
and the rain is pouring down.
It’s pounding on the roof top,
a relentless, driving sound.
There’s a moat forming around us
and the ducks are moving in.
We could be here for days and days.
It could be sink or swim.
But inside the caravan,
It’s cosy, warm and bright.
We’ll dream of sun and sea and waves
While it buckets down all night.
(In response to prompt Winter Waves)
We’ve heard of Jack Frost, but is he alone?
Is there a Jacky? Is there a Joan?
Is Mrs Frost grim with a heart that is steely?
Or Jack’s tender side – more touchy-feely?
When he looks in the mirror and thinks he is cool,
does she send him to SpecSavers and call him a fool?
Does Jack have a temper? Prone to cold snaps?
Or misunderstood, the nicest of chaps?
(In response to Winter Waves prompt)
Winter waves,
it’s icy fingers in gusting winds and shimmering rain.
It twists and hurtles,
comes splashing,
returning again and again
to direct its deliberate blast northwards
without any pause.
That cold intention tho,
is lost on our warm and tropical shores.
(In response to Winter Waves prompt)
The Arctic Tern
spends half a year
up in the Northern
Hemisphere.
But when the Summer’
almost gone
and cooler Autumn
comes along
this sea-bird’s instinct’s
very strong
and sends them South
in one big throng.
From North Pole
to Antarctica
they travel sixteen
thousand k’s
in order to
avoid the cold
and stay beneath
Sun’s warmer rays.
So do Terns learn
to turn like this
or is it simply
hit and miss?
No, no. The Terns
turn all together.
‘Cos one good turn
deserves another!
Find out more about the Arctic Tern here
The sea where we live reflects winter sky
It’s beauty abounds but we don’t question why
We just build it up with our ‘oohs’ and our ‘ahhs’
We write out our feelings sitting warm in our cars
We don’t critisize as we watch the waves soar
We don’t harshly judge or give each wave a score
The beauty you see is untamed, therefore true
And we don’t mind it’s colour as green, black, or blue
One little raindrop
Arrives on my nose
Dangles a moment
Then splashes my toes
Slides down my pinkie
Lands on the grass
Washes a blade so
It glimmers like glass
One little raindrop
Joins with its mates
A cackling creek
That skitters and skates
On through the forests
And meadows it snakes
Merges with rivers
That pour into lakes
One little raindrop
Drawn out to sea
Plays with the dolphins
A long way from me
Out comes the sunshine
Blazing and high
Hauls up that raindrop
Far into the sky
One little raindrop
Now it’s a cloud
Here is the thunder
Looming and loud
Quick! Run for shelter
Before the storm blows
As one little raindrop
Arrives on my nose
Australian Children’s Poetry 