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Blog & Poem of the Day | Australian Children’s Poetry Website
1d ago
I wonder where they come from,
I wonder where they go,
I wonder who might use them,
as they hurry to and fro.
Is a ghost abroad at night?
Does it haunt this secret place?
I can hear its shuffling feet,
but I cannot see its face!
So ancient are these steps,
So stony cold and bare,
In the heart of old Vienna,
By a bleak and wintry square.  ..read more
Blog & Poem of the Day | Australian Children’s Poetry Website
3d ago
I do not like Brussel sprouts
No no, not at all
One there sitting on my plate
Was it ready for a brawl?
My plan of thoughtful attack
Let it go straight down my snout
Swallow that green ball whole
Yes, Ive worked it out
But Alas, this did not occur
putting me in quite a state
Coughing hard it flew right out
Landing on my sisters plate
My sister she was horrified
Mum was raving mad
I sat and widely grinned
Announcing “ Sorry, Mum my bad!”
Not one has passed my lips since then
Those green and slimy sprouts
From that day until presently
Im happy to do without ..read more
Blog & Poem of the Day | Australian Children’s Poetry Website
6d ago
These giant domes of rock
rise from the desert plain;
a rusting of iron oxide
gives them a reddish stain.
Six hundred million years ago
they were thrust up to the sky.
With many heads a-dreaming,
their legends will not die.
Teacher’s note: Kata Tjuta, which means “many heads” in the local Aboriginal language, is located 25 km from Uluru. Like Uluru, it is considered sacred to the Aboriginal people of Australia, and the mythology of the site is not disclosed to outsiders. The highest peak (at left) was named Mount Olga by explorer Ernest Giles in 1872 ..read more
Blog & Poem of the Day | Australian Children’s Poetry Website
1w ago
I see the old men march,
who survived the times of war,
beneath their proud-held banners
from so many different corps.
I see bright companionship
shining in their eyes;
they’re marching to remember
those who fell and could not rise.
We salute them once again
and pray that never more
young men will have to go
a-marching into war.
Photo by Pixabay ..read more
Blog & Poem of the Day | Australian Children’s Poetry Website
1w ago
What about recycling?
That’s something you can do
to save the planet every day
and save some money, too.
You could take up gardening
and grow veggies in the yard,
or start a steamy compost heap,
it isn’t very hard.
Maybe you could buy less stuff,
not use so much plastic,
and more refillable containers
would be just fantastic.
However you go about it,
whatever you might do,
please just do something,
because it’s up to me and you.
Photo by Vlada Karpovich ..read more
Blog & Poem of the Day | Australian Children’s Poetry Website
2w ago
There’s a Gruble in my garden
wearing rainbow coloured clothes.
He lives beneath the gimble patch
where no one ever goes.
If you’re curious I’ll show you,
but you’ve got to promise me,
you’ll never tell a single soul.
That’s how it’s got to be.
We’ll tiptoe from our bedrooms
and steal along the hall,
then down the stairs, across the yard
up to the garden wall.
We’ve got to be as quiet as mice
‘cause on the other side,
if the Gruble hears a noise,
beneath the gimble patch he’ll hide.
He won’t be there this morning,
nor in the afternoon.
But set your clock for midnight
and provided there’s a ..read more
Blog & Poem of the Day | Australian Children’s Poetry Website
2w ago
Nature’s jewel shines not only upon the finger ring but within each glance,
where we see everything that sways the senses,
calms the breath and feeds the inner soul from birth to death
with riches far beyond the tools of man – displayed within the beauty of a delicate plan.
Imagine a whale’s journey or the migration of wild herds,
for the majesty of life cannot be explained in simple words.
Just compare Earth’s night sky with moon and sprinkled stars,
to the mountains and rivers, oceans deep and tree-lined bays with bars.
And see that a common hand has touched each one
with fresh palette ..read more
Blog & Poem of the Day | Australian Children’s Poetry Website
3w ago
A valley in Wales
so green and clear,
no sign of the coal
mined near here.
A land of song,
where mining coal
destroyed its valleys
but not its soul.
Teacher’s note: Wales was once famous for its polluting coal mines. Today we celebrate great Welsh singers such as Dame Shirley Bassey, Charlotte Church, Katherine Jenkins, Bonnie Tyler (Gaynor Sullivan), Sir Tom Jones and Sir Bryn Terfel, actor Richard Burton and poet Dylan Thomas. The word “Eisteddfod” — a musical competition— is taken from the Welsh language which is still spoken.  ..read more
Blog & Poem of the Day | Australian Children’s Poetry Website
3w ago
It sounds like a cracker
each time a bug-zapper
electrocutes one of those insects.
To protect our meat pies
from pic-nicking flies,
that zapper is nowhere near perfect.
It’s a haphazard thug
killing mostly good bugs
important for plant pollination
plus millions of beetles
who never harm people.
It’s rather a sad situation.
Their UV light glow
won’t attract mosquitoes.
It’s CO2 breath mozzies seek.
So this gadget’s NO-GO
and, for those in the know,
it’s best to use bug spray with DEET ..read more
Blog & Poem of the Day | Australian Children’s Poetry Website
3w ago
Shoes always come in pairs,
but pears don’t come in shoes.
And I know that my nose knows
how to make ah-choooooos.
Whales don’t come from Wales,
is it rite or is it right?
And who can tell the difference
between quiet or quite?
Angle grinders not ankle grinders,
it’s so easy to make a slip—
because English is really funny
and tries to make you trip ..read more