I look upon this photo
And ice crystals I can see,
In delicate formation,
They look so pretty.
Of many shapes and sizes,
In intricate display,
A photo of nature’s beauty,
An organised disarray.
Category Archives: Australian children’s poetry
“My feeling of Rainbow” by Toni Newell
Leave a commentMy feeling of Rainbow
I want to climb a rainbow,
And see how high I go,
Then slide back down the other side,
Land in the pot of gold.
I want to strum the colours,
Like a base guitar,
Feel the colours wash over me,
And take me to afar.
I want to use the rainbow,
As an artist’s palette,
Mix the colours to create,
A brightly coloured parrot.
But most of all I want to see,
A rainbow across the sky,
Giving hope of finer weather,
As in times gone by.
“Frost in Oz” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentFROST IN OZ
I see icicles everywhere —
On my bike and on the stair.
Down on the gate and on the grass,
Our chooks are giving eggs a pass.
I see icicles hither and yon,
I see them hanging on Uncle Ron,
And on my mother’s washing too.
I reckon this year the frost is worse,
With icicles on the local hearse.
I’ve never seen this kind of dew —
What’s Australia coming to?
“Fussy Rainbow-Eaters” by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentFussy Rainbow-Eaters
Leaves choose mostly orange-red
then bands of blue
to violet.
Using light to make a meal
of carbohydrate’s
sweet appeal
their chloroplasts feed on the Sun.
But only parts of
light’s spectrum.
Leaves don’t use all sunshine’s beams.
It seems they rarely
eat their greens!
Celia Berrell
First published in Double Helix(October 2015)
Reproduced with permission of CSIRO
www.doublehelix.csiro.au
“Colours of the Rainbow” by Toni Newell
Leave a commentThere are seven colours of the rainbow,
That all come out of one,
It’s white sunlight, through droplets of water,
Behind which shines the sun.
Red is for raspberry, orange for orange,
Yellow for banana, and green is for grass,
Blue is for blue sky, indigo for blackberry,
And then there is violet that sits below, last.
Together they make up the rainbow,
That arches across the sky,
Hoping the worst of the weather is over,
And that we can all try to keep dry.
“Tasty fruit rainbow” by Virginia Lowe
Leave a commentTasty fruit rainbow
Raspbemato
Carronge
Pearanana
Grapple
Fejoa smells perfumey in its blue-green skin
Aubluegineberry
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Indigo
Violet? Not one
Sample a fruit
Vegetables aren’t some?
Aubergine is egg plant
resembles an egg only in shape
coloured indigo like blueberries
Tomato perhaps is
But all grow as fruit.
“My Dog” by Toni Newell
Leave a commentMy Dog
It is a strain,
My dog is lame,
At the Vet again,
He’ll have to remain.
At home waiting,
Contemplating,
Hesitating.
My heart breaking.
Then the call,
That said it all,
Back to playing ball,
Injury was small.
Happy again,
My dog, free of pain,
He can now remain,
On his own terrain.
Toni Newell
”Alexander the Great” by Julie Cahill
Leave a commentAlexander the Great
We had a tortoise, years ago
His name was Alexander
who started off so very small
until he chose to wander
He wandered from his tiny pond
waving to the tadpole
He wandered through the bonfire, cold
was coated then in charcoal
He wandered past the washing line
and through my mother’s washbowl
then dried himself in sunshine
upon a grassy high knoll
from where he spotted everything
and lolloped toward our greens
He ate our peas and cabbages and the yucky runner beans
that couldn’t run away at all
creating an enormous stink
contradictory to their status
prepostrous, don’t you think?
They were shreaded thinner and then devoured
Loud belches filled the air
We didn’t want to scold our pet, we didn’t want to stare
But such was his ungainly greed
to protect him I told lies
a greed which gave him bucky teeth
and crossed my guilty eyes
He gobbled all our carrots, sprouts and all alike
So Mum said in her sternest voice
to ride off on his bike
In other words she shoved him with great effort, through the gate
so off our Alex wandered
to face his greedy fate
Dipping toes and then his nose
in streams till he expanded
He drank so much he almost popped
which sounds all cacky-handed
His shell kept Alex quite intact
he looked just like a monster
the neighbours they all screamed, in fact
as though watching a blockbuster
Alex thundered through the land
the streams and garden beds
He blundered off along the streets
and turned the people’s heads
He ate the grocer’s shops, complete
He drank the rivers dry
Until the RSPCA
stepped in and said ‘goodbye’
to freedom, that is, and our pet was taken to the zoo
But plans are made and plans go wrong as often as they do
They’d brought a crane and loaded Alexander on a truck
They couldn’t get him off again – well and truely stuck
But as he grew he outgrew the truck
and wandered off unaided
So if you find a giant tortoise
you’ll know you’ve been invaded
“A Pig And Cat” by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentA Pig And Cat
A pig and cat
decided that
they’d have a run
to see who won.
The cat was keen
and fit and lean.
The pig thought Drat
I’m way too fat!
And so first place
for running race
went to the cat
who wasn’t fat.
The pig and cat
decided that
they’d have a swim
to see who’d win.
The cat was cranky.
Almost sank!
While piggy gloats
Oh look I floats!
And so first place
for swimming race
went to that big
fat floaty pig.
Celia Berrell