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A Million Watery Minerals by Cheryl Virgo

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I approach.
It waits then draws me in,
sparkling and splashing a wave or two my way.
I hesitate.
I dip a toe, gasp, then on I go.
Soothed, cooled, caressed 
by a million watery minerals.
I stay.
Afloat and winking at the sun smiling on me.
What is below me? I don’t know.
I just want to enjoy this moment.
I don’t want to leave.
I’d like to take this home with me.
A plop.
A shadow of something disturbs my solitude.
It’s probably some fishy dude.
Then,
I’m being pushed back to shore
by bigger and bigger waves.
On salty sand,
the seawater dries
and I savour the droplets
dancing on my eyes.

Image by Pixabay

Water by James Aitchison

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When will water this way come
and fill this ancient creek?  
There’s been no rain hereabouts
for many a long, long week.

When drought breaks the creek will rush,
a torrent raging by,
but for now it’s turned to dust —
no clouds have blessed the sky.

While in the east, it’s flooding,
and towns and farms are lost.
Can these extremes of climate stop,
or has a line been crossed?

Dry creek bed, Flinders Ranges. Photo by Ginette Pestana

Water Droplets by Celia Berrell

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Where liquid water meets the air
it has a surface tension.
An outer layer of molecules
that all have strong attraction.

Water droplets round in shape
like beads will often form,
hanging on a cobweb’s threads
like jewels in the dawn.

And on a pond small insects simply
walk along its top.
Their tiny feet don’t break that layer.
Along the top they hop.

A raindrop on a window-pane
will slide towards the ground
as water is a fluid that
can easily move round.

It leaves behind a trailing tail
as it goes trickling past
because that surface tension makes
it stick upon the glass.

I like to pick out two big drops
and guess their moving pace
to see which one will trickle first
and win the window race.

Poem from The Science Rhymes Book. Illustration by Amy Sheehan

“Recycled Water” by Celia Berrell

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We’re 10cc’s of water and

although the Earth’s our base

we recently went travelling

up there – in outer space.

 

An astronaut had drunk us

just before his rocket ride.

And so we were the stowaways

that hid in his insides.

 

Meeting different molecules

we made a lot of friends.

With some we only mingled

while with others we held hands.

 

While staying in the astronaut

we all kept nice and warm

and floated round inside him and

explored his body’s form.

 

Eventually he moved us out.

So off we raced in glee.

With other friends I think we were

all classified as pee.

 

We found ourselves inside a box

with membrane walls all new.

Its holes were just the perfect size

for water to get through.

 

We said goodbye to all our friends

as they were far too fat

to wriggle through those membrane walls

and join us for a chat.

 

Now squeaky clean we hung around

inside some holding pen.

Until we found ourselves inside

the astronaut again!