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.

Photo from Pixabay

Crafting a Cockatoo by Linda Kohler

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Bright white cotton for its feathers,
Beak hooked from grey-black twine,
Whitish stitches for its eye-rings,
Dark glossy beads for eyes.

A strong yarn for its feet and claws,
Its crest, a yellow fleece — 
A sulphur-crested cockatoo!
I hope it doesn’t screech!

Image by ChatGPT on reading Linda’s poem

My Sky by James Aitchison

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When I have nothing else to do,

I look up at the sky.

There’s always something happening,

as clouds go rolling by.

I like to watch the colours change,

there’s always something new;

and after it rains I might see

a beautiful rainbow or two. 

I think I’ll become a pilot —

how good does that sound? 

Then I could be up in the sky

instead of on the ground!

Wattle Glen sky. Photo by Philip Webster

February Prompts

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It’s back-to-school time! We hope you connect with some fabulous friends in FEEL-GOOD FEBRUARY.

Send your poetic inspirations to Linda Davidson at:

ozchildrenspoetry@gmail.com

Date prompts include:

  • Library Lovers Day (14th Feb)
  • Random Acts of Kindness Day (17th Feb)

Picture Prompt:

Artwork: YOU ARE HERE by Hayley Gillespie

Kite Day by Jeanette Swan

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The whoosh of the wind has lifted its sail.

It flips and flaps and flicks its tail.

My kit-packet kite is pecking the sky,

jigging and jagging, higher and higher!

Soaring in circles – a marvellous thing!

I am the keeper.

I hold the string.

Oops, it’s  in a tree…

Image from Pixabay

Lost Kite by Celia Berrell

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I’ve got a kite
whose tail’s quite white.
It’s strong and light
in colours bright.

With wind just right
my kite gains height.
The string’s pulled tight.
My kite’s in flight!

But my delight
soon turns to plight
when wind-gusts bite
with forceful spite
and push my kite
with such great might
the string can’t fight
and snaps in fright.

My falling kite’s
no more in flight
and lost to sight
as day turns night.

Image by Pixabay

The Disappearing Island by James Aitchison

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A sandy island in the Gulf
beckons us to make landfall.
A picnic here is lots of fun
while flocks of seabirds call.

The waters slapping round the shore
look inviting in the sun,
but listen to the boatman
when he warns everyone:

“Just step into that gentle tide —
up to your knees will do —
and a hungry tiger shark
will bite you clean in two!”

Best leave before the sun goes down,
that’s when the tide will rise
and cover every inch of ground
and catch you by surprise.

Going, going, almost GONE!  Sand Island off Karumba, Queensland.
Photo by Ginette Pestana

That’s Christmas by Pauline Cleary

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Houses strung with sparkly lights;
Carols echoing through the night;
A star atop a special tree;
That’s what Christmas means to me.

Santa, stockings, secret lists;
Whispered plans and secret gifts;
Glittering lights upon the tree;
That’s what Christmas means to me.

Baubles, lanterns, tinsel strings;
Elves on shelves and bells that ring;
Presents ready near the tree;
That’s what Christmas means to me.

Giving, sharing, having fun;
Wishing peace to everyone;
Gathered together round the tree;
That’s what Christmas means to me.

image from Pixabay

Out of Luck by Jenny Erlanger

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I’ve fetched a cloth and made it damp
with silver polish goo.
I’m banking on this little lamp
to make my dreams come true.
I’ve rubbed and scrubbed. I’ve really tried.
The smell has made me dizzy.
But nothing’s stirred from deep inside.
The genie must be busy.

Image from Pexels