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Give the Birds a Rap by Erica Chester

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A group of eagles is a convocation

And a group of starlings, a murmuration

Ibises cheer in a congregation 

Then bin dive with great elation

Kingfishers live in concentration

Whilst peacocks strut in an ostentation

Larks fly and sing in exaltation

An emu from the mob represents our nation 

Kookaburras laugh in a raucous riot

Pods of pelicans glide in the quiet

A siege of herons (on a strict fish diet)

Duck and dive and bathe in private

Seagulls bicker in a squawking squabble

A gaggle of gregarious turkeys like to gobble 

Sparrows gather in what’s called a quarrel

A waddle of penguins can sometimes wobble

A tiding of magpies warbles all the time

Tiny little fairywrens make a chime

A murder of crows isn’t always a crime

A ballet of swans: graceful in their prime

Give the Birds a Rap by Erica Chester

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I love libraries by James Aitchison

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I’ve got stacks of reading to do,

I don’t know where to begin!

Some of the books are big,

And some are very thin.

Will I start on the bottom shelf,

And read my way to the top?

Or start reading down to the ground

Until I have to stop?

Or maybe I’ll read side to side,

Right to left or left to right,

Whatever it is, I know I’ll be reading

Long into the night!

I love libraries by James Aitchison

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Random Acts by Karen Lee Mills

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reaching out to another
acknowledging they are worthy
noticing someone else’s need
daring to step out and do
observing a special opportunity
motivated to spring into action
affirming the receiver’s value to society
courageously showing respect and honour
transformed by the experience
spontaneously spreading joy

Random Acts by Karen Lee Mills

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See Sea’s Secrecy by Celia Berrell

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There’s motion in the ocean
where these little boats just bob afloat.
Their sailors rarely see us
as they venture most along the coast.

But down, below those choppy seas
and sloppy waves that slap that hull,
you’ll find us playing happily.
Our vibrant lives are rarely dull.
Always active,
never still.

See Sea’s Secrecy by Celia Berrell

Artwork: YOU ARE HERE by Hayley Gillespie

Love Our Library by Pauline Cleary

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Come on down to the library.
It’s sure to be lots of fun.
The staff are, oh so friendly
and there is something for everyone.

There are books to read, magazines to browse,
audio, ebooks too;
computers, ipads and movies;
jigsaws to swap and do.

Toddlers join in rhyme-time.
Adults play cards and chat.
There’s a book discussion group up the front.
It’s tech time down the back.

The chess group are silent and focused.
The craft people share ideas.
In the meeting room, the history group
pores newspapers from past years.

The seed library opens Saturdays;
English conversation group, the same day;
after- school club on Tuesdays –
with lego and games to play.

Come on down to the library,
It’s sure to be lots of fun.
There’s always so much happening
and a welcome for everyone.

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Oh me! Oh My! by Diane Finlay

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Oh me! Oh my! Something really is amiss,
my lips won’t work; they haven’t got a kiss.
I put my finger in my mouth; gums and tongue in place
but still no kiss in there. Has it slipped across my face?

Did I drop it? Did I eat it? Have I left it in the car?
Now I’m really very worried; has it simply gone too far?
Suddenly I feel a pucker; I think I know what’s happening.
My mouth is feeling very strange; my lips begin to do their thing.

I’ve found my kiss; I hadn’t lost it after all.
My lips had just been waiting to give the biggest kiss of all.

Oh me! Oh my! by Diane Finlay

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Watching Mamma Apply Lipstick by Sarah Patricia Kelly

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I goggle at the looking glass,
with elbows out like I’m in class
observing Mamma click and twist,
her lipstick case with soft cream wrist.

She neatly writes her royal red o’s,
on lips that bloom like candy rose.
I puff in perfumed powder pots
of pinkish chalk and pansy drops

as Mamma’s strands of sprinkles chink
around her neck. Two dolls, we prink
with sippica-pippica pucker and kiss,
a wet jelly bean for big, red lips!

Watching Mamma Apply Lipstick by Sarah Patricia Kelly

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VILLAGE by Graham Seal

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Dr Seuss said it all:
‘A person’s a person,
no matter how small’.

Let’s say the same for a village:
It isn’t the size that matters,
but how many hearts
call it home.

VILLAGE by Graham Seal

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Take Me There by Rod Loader

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Butterflies all flutter by,
On soft and gentle breeze.
They float like clouds in deep blue sky,
Like leaves falling from trees.

If I could be a butterfly,
Up high within the air,
What could I see on land below?
How would I feel up there?

Would I wave “Hi” to all the birds,
As they fly on their way?
Would I hear what the wind whispers,
To trees that bend and sway?

Would I see all the animals,
On farms and roaming free?
Would I see fish, or whales even,
In lakes, rivers and sea?

Would I look down and see myself,
With smile upon my face,
And know my dreams can take me there,
To every happy place?

Take Me There by Rod Loader

Artwork: YOU ARE HERE by Hayley Gillespie

Tumberlina by Sara Patricia Kelly

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Tumberlina has ten toes,
stumble-bumble, up she goes!
Her weeny foot slips on a stair
and now her toes are in the air.
Giggle-wiggle, with a hop
she’s off again to reach the top.

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