Goodbye Teddies
Now life’s almost normal,
And time has moved along,
As I look at windows now,
The teddy bears have gone.
It was so great to see them,
Sitting on the window sill,
Or on the fence or in a tree,
Or wherever was the will.
During this terrible time,
It made us feel as one,
All sharing fear and concern,
The teddy bears were fun.
Thanks to those who took the time,
To share their teddy bear,
It displayed unity and kindness,
And showed all you did care.
The Wedge-tailed Eagle (Aquila audax) is the largest bird of prey in Australia and can be found throughout the country.
Its length is between 81-106 cm with a wing span of up to 232 cm. with a lifespan of up to 40 years,
It has an unmistakable wedge-shaped tail with feathered legs and in maturity has have a dark blackish brown plumage.
It is a carnivore and its diet consists of carrions, rabbits, hares but can also include foxes, feral cats, small kangaroos, possums wombats etc.
The Wedge-tailed Eagle
Graceful wings sore through the sky,
Majestically they fly on high,
Gliding, then they flap again,
Over paddocks of green terrain.
Drifting as they look for prey,
On this warm and sunny day.
Movement spotted on the ground,
Rabbits hopping all around.
The eagle swoops, its talons out,
Plucks a rabbit as it hops about.
Flies back home with all its might,
To enjoy supper that very night.
The Australian Budgerigar, (Melopsittacus undulates) nicknamed Budgie.
In the wild they are green and yellow with black scalloped markings. They are found throughout the drier parts of Australia.
In captivity they have been bred resulting in a wide variety of colours amongst which are blue, whites, greys and yellow.
They are a very popular pet and can be taught to speak.
They are around 18 cm in length with a wingspan of 30 cm.
Their diet consists of seeds, greens and fruit.
Budgie ‘Blue’
I used to have a budgerigar,
And his name was ‘Blue’,
He’d look into his mirror,
And chirp a song or two.
At night his cage was covered,
We’d teach him how to speak,
Constantly repeating,
“Pretty boy”, many times a week.
Finally one morning,
Blue was on his swing,
Saying “pretty boy, pretty boy”
It was the greatest thing.
I love a winters evening,
Sitting on my settee,
Billy’s head on my lap,
Feeling warm and comfy.
Outside the wind is blowing,
And I can hear the rain,
Pelting on the window,
Water gushing down the drain.
The television’s on,
Don’t need to rush to bed,
Tomorrow is the weekend,
Fun and freedom lay ahead.
But in this moment I’ll enjoy,
My time with Billy Joe,
Snuggled on the settee,
Watching a TV show.
A Small Step to Normality
It’s nice to see the children,
Playing in the park again,
Barriers and tape removed,
With groups of up to ten.
It’s nice to hear their laughter,
See them swinging on a swing,
Or sliding down a slide,
Only to climb back up again.
There’s a perception of normality,
Although it’s only a small part,
And watching on gives us hope,
That were’re making a good start.
Autumn Tapestry
Colours infiltrate me,
Infuse into my mind,
Riding on an autumn leaf,
Leaving earth behind.
I see a tapestry of leaves,
Scattered far below,
Red and ochre intertwined,
Putting on a show.
Uplifted by the current,
I drift into the sky,
On a wave of breeze,
Floating way up high.
Suddenly I’m falling,
Then up again I go,
No sooner have I risen up,
I’m in a downward throw.
Finally, I land,
Amidst the other leaves,
And I find myself again,
Part of the tapestry.
Autumn Leaves
Autumns natural carpet,
Made of falling leaves,
Bold and bright colours,
A tapestry it weaves.
Trees feel lighter,
Branches open to the sun,
Absorbing its energy,
As sun’s rays rest upon.
Winter fast approaching,
Bear branches await,
The cold and the comfort,
When they can hibernate.
Artistic Creation
A box of coloured pencils,
Or watercolour paint,
Place together with a child,
There’ll be no complaint.
May get a little messy,
When creating at a table,
But art will be produced,
As much as they are as able.
Little need for guidance,
As imaginations flow,
Paint or pencil are applied,
And then there is the show.
A sharing of the art created,
By young and loving hands,
A glimpse into the future,
Of potential artists stands.
My Mum
My mum is the best,
She cooks my favourite meals,
She gives me lots of hugs,
For her I’d do cartwheels.
She does all my washing,
And all my ironing too,
Drives me to footy training,
There’s little I need to do.
She often takes me shopping,
For cloths and shoes and stuff,
I’ve never heard her complain,
Even when things get tough.
She’s a very special person,
Unselfish, loving and kind,
I’m so lucky she’s my mum,
I love her with all my heart and mind.
I want to be a dog,
I don’t want to be a cat,
A rabbit or a hog.
I want to live at my house,
With parents just like me,
Where I’ll be fed and pampered,
And looked after to the tee.
Australian Children’s Poetry 