Wild June day
whales put on
wide vista performance.
Travellers watch.
In close
mother with calf by her side
breaks the water.
A huge whale follows.
Way out to sea
another blows spume of water
rolls.
His fluke goes up
then a gigantic s p l a s h.
Head of the Bight by Meryl Brown Tobin
Image by Pixabay
A soft misty sunrise,
adventure’s in the air,
let’s raise the sails and go
while the weather’s fair.
There’s so much to explore —
where will we go today?
For lunch let’s drop anchor
in a quiet bay.
And in the afternoon,
on the glassy tide,
we’ll try our hand at fishing,
as homeward bound we glide.
Where will we go today? by James Aitchison
Sunrise at Picton, South Island, New Zealand. Photo by Ginette Pestana
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
Image from Pixabay
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
Image by Pixabay
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
Image from Pixabay
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
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.
Image from Pixabay
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
Image from Pixabay
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
Image from Pixabay
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
Image from Pixabay
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