Beckoning Autumn by June Perkins

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Beckoning Autumn

Come burnt orange

golden yellow and burnished red

leaves.

Bring us

relief from heat waves

and air conditioners.

Remember my light red jumper

and favourite boots

They’re out once more.

Loosen your leaves

to reveal sculptural trees

on the hillsides.

Let the fading days of summer

whisper listening to autumn jazz

with a Milo.

–

June Perkins
This is an Invitation Poem. Based on Barbara Esbensen’s book “A Celebration of Bees: Helping Children Write Poetry“, you write a poem like this when you want something to happen, like a season, event or a birthday party.

 

Hoisted by Jenny Erlanger

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A wonderful contraption,

it’s the very best of toys,

a funfair installation

but without the added noise.

I grab the bar above me

and I launch straight off the chair.

I sway my legs a little

till I’m whizzing through the air,

I’m gripping really tightly

as I whirl above the ground.

I swing in giant circles,

spinning round and round and round.

I’d love to play for longer

but it’s time to end the fun.

My carousel is needed

now the load of washing’s done.

Baggy Pants by Celia Berrell

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Baggy Pants  

(an environmental baddy)

Flapping in a sunny breeze

while snagged upon some road-side trees

those plastic carry-bags can trick us

looking like some witches knickers.

 

Light and strong they fly away

like parachutes on windy days

to reach the sea and float as if

they’re some weird kind of jellyfish.

 

They’re made from poly-ethylene.

Environmentally NOT green!

Their hydrogen and carbon chains

aren’t broken down by sun or rains.

 

Thin and tough they bend and flop.

Ideal for using when we shop.

But eco-systems do not share

our love for witches underwear!

 

Mixed Bag by Jeannie Meekins

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Mixed Bag

He appeared on the doorstep one day

Both big and small in size

A dog of mixed bag breeds

We decided to call him Heinz

 

For Dad, he’d work all day

Running with the sheep

He asked for little in return

A pat, kind word, a sleep

 

To Mum, he was a protector

Of danger, he had no fear

Any threat around, he’d bark it down

No stranger would dare come near

 

The baby, she had him intrigued

Crawling around the house

Nose to the ground, he followed her round

Like a cat on the trail of a mouse

 

After school, he’d wait at the gate

We’d play till the sun’s last light

Exhausted but happy, inside for tea

He’d sleep by my bed at night

 

To each, he was something different

Loyal, right up to the end

That bitzer, mongrel, mixed up mutt

Worker, protector… best friend.

Monday – Lying in Bed Elizabeth Cummings

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Monday – Lying in Bed

 

Monday’s here already

I just can’t get out of bed

The sun’s already shining

The dog’s waiting to be fed

I know I should get going

But I stretch and roll instead

As I think of the goal I scored

And what my teammates said

The aches and pains I feel

From the big bruise on my head

Are definitely worth it all –

I’ve got pre-season street cred!