The Shipwreck Coast by James Aitchison

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Send me your ships, your schooners,

and my rocks and reefs will take them.

Send me some seven hundred,

and howling wrecks I will make them.

Give me stormy nights and surging tides,

give me captains who lack in skill,

and I will show you shipwrecks

that no other coastline will.

Teacher’s note: By day, the coast appears calm and safe.  But Victoria’s treacherous, storm-tossed 130-kilometre Shipwreck Coast, from Cape Otway to Port Fairy, has claimed around 700 vessels.

The Mountains of Mourne by James Aitchison

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In County Down, 

there’s no brighter green,

and the peaks and valleys

are a sight to be seen.

‘Tis old Ireland they sing of 

when bleak winter falls,

and by firesides the heart of 

Ireland still calls.

And when storms the crags

of the mountains have crossed,

they tell of great battles 

forgotten or lost.

Favourites by Pauline Cleary

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My favourite colour is purple.
My favourite food is cheese.
I’m very fond of Saturdays
when I can do whatever I please.

My favourite season is Autumn
When the leaves are red and brown
I like to cycle up steep hills
and glide the same way down

My favourite animal is zebra.
I love those crazy stripes.
Magpie is my favourite bird
dressed in black and white.

My favourite place is the seaside,
the waves, the sand, the spray.
I swim and surf and jump the waves
and play around all day.

But last, not least, I have to say
are the ones I can’t do without –
my family, friends, my little dog
are my favourites without a doubt.

Peace by Jacinta Lou

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The fighting is over.
Put down your gun.

Then look around you.
Tell me –  who’s won? 

The cities are flattened,
wreckage glints in the sun.

Look all around here.
Which side has won?

The soldiers go home.
They follow the sun.

They look all around.
Has anyone won?

They fought for their countries,
every daughter and son.

When we have peace;
the war will be won.

In response to November prompt Remembrance Day.

Unknown Soldier by Katherine Gallagher

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We have covered him with real flowers
and taken him from country to country.

It’s always the same journey –
people standing in the streets
silently saluting
as we carry him by.

And our hands tremble
under his weight,
our eyes are shocked
by the riddle of tongues
presenting the same paradox
in every country –

the whole human voice as background
shrilled to fever
about keeping the guns at bay.

In response to November prompt Remembrance Day

A Futile Armistice: 11.11.1918 by James Aitchison

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For five years across the fields 
Brutal shells crashed down. 
Destruction claimed a savage cost 
In every ruined town. 

Lethal waves of metal rained, 
Stole eight million men. 
And when the guns fell silent 
They said, “No war again!” 

But the hearts of men are dark, 
War runs through their veins. 
It seems that peace is fragile 
Compared with wartime’s aims. 

In response to November prompt Remembrance Day

Teacher’s note:  When the First World War ended on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day, 1918, everyone called it “the war to end all wars”.  Using this poem, students can discuss why wars break out and how we can avoid them in future.

Puzzling Poppies by Celia Berrell

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How can those poppies
with flimsy-thin petals
blaze in bright red?
The answer’s now settled.

With three layers of cells
for light to shine through,
the mid-layer is colourless,
leaving just two.

Their red-pigment cells
are packed in a muddle,
shaped like the pieces in
jig-saw puzzles.

With red hues so dense
and gaps in odd ways,
those bobbing field poppies
can dazzle our gaze.

In response to November prompt Remembrance Day

Inspired by https://www.zmescience.com/science/poppy-color-petal-structure-2463625341/
‘How poppy petals create striking colors despite being thinner than your skin’