Wishing Well by Toni Newell

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The wishing well was wonderful
A place to ponder peacefully
Where many dreams were dreamt
And wishes wished willingly.

Sammy stood steadily
By the wonderful wishing well
He hung his heavy head
Wished a wish which he wouldn’t tell

He quickly quietly walked away
Happy, hopeful it would come true
A wish he’d wished with confidence
A wish he had which wasn’t new

He now wondered whether
He should make his wish again
To be absolutely sure
His wish wasn’t made in vain

So he hung his heavy head
And wished his wish once more
With even more conviction
Than he’d wished his wish before

Now Sammy had only to wait
For his wonderful wish to come true
He felt happy, hopeful, contented
And patience would see him through.

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Frog Pie: fun and games in the 16th Century by Pat Simmons

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Poor Cook is in a tizzy. What on earth is she to do?
So many guests to cook for, all lords and ladies too.
Dear Cook, prepare the finest food, the finest you are able.
And don’t forget your special pie to decorate our table.

Frog pie? Frog pie. What a funny sight.
Trim the top and out they hop to give the guests a fright.
The ladies shriek, the gents guffaw.
A trick, a joke, a jest.
Oh please, please do invite us back.
Your banquets are the best.

Poor Cook is in a tizzy. What on earth is she to do?
So many guests to cook for, all lords and ladies too.
Dear Cook, prepare the finest food, the finest you are able.
And don’t forget your special pie to decorate our table.

Turtles? Turtles in the pie, swimming in the dish.
They splash about then clamber out to go in search of fish.
The ladies shriek, the gents guffaw.
A trick, a joke, a jest.
Oh please, please do invite us back.
Your banquets are the best.

Poor Cook is in a tizzy. What on earth is she to do?
So many guests to cook for, all lords and ladies too.
Dear Cook, prepare the finest food, the finest you are able.
And don’t forget your special pie to decorate our table.


Blackbirds? Blackbirds in the pie escaping everywhere.
Four and twenty, maybe more, fluttering in the air.
The ladies shriek, the gents guffaw.
A trick, a joke, a jest.
Oh please, please do invite us back.
Your banquets are the best.

Poor Cook is in a tizzy. What on earth is she to do?
So many guests to cook for, all lords and ladies too.
Dear Cook, prepare the finest food, the finest you are able.
And don’t forget your special pie to decorate our table.
‘That’s it!’ cries Cook, ‘I’ve had enough.
I’m tired of all this jest.
Today I’m baking pumpkin pies
For each and every guest.’

Mmmm Delicious!

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Authors note: Long, long ago during the 15 th and 16 th centuries ‘Animated Pies’ were a popular form of
entertainment among the ‘Upper Crust’ i.e. the posh people. The pie shell would be pre-
baked and cooled. Then live animals were placed inside to pop out at the banquet table and
surprise the guests.
(Please note that no animals were harmed during the writing of this poem.)

At Dendy’s Dinosaur Dungeon by Katherine Gallagher

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Deadly Dinosaurs Delving
Dangerous Dinosaurs Dazzling
Decorous Dinosaurs Drawing
Dandy Dinosaurs Dancing
Dehydrated Dinosaurs Drinking
Desperate Dinosaurs Digging
Dizzy Dinosaurs Digesting

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Campfire Delight by Celia Berrell

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The campfire’s burning merrily
as Frogmouth sings a melody.

Percussion’s played by Wallaby
and Devil howls the harmony.

Before they leave, they thought they might
sing lullabies to sky-star’s light.

Some soothing songs that feel just right
for wishing the world a fond “Goodnight”.

Artwork: NIGHTSOUNDS by Amanda W Johnson

Mists of Time by James Aitchison

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Did dinosaurs roam this way?
Did monsters search for prey?
And ancient man — did he hunt here
With just a humble spear?

The forest holds its secrets fast,
Conspires to shroud the past,
Yet still a lost world’s whispering,
Tangled vines are shivering.

The mists of time will claim me,
And who will ever blame me,
If I venture to explore
What no one’s seen before.

Gold Coast hinterland. Photo by James Aitchison