They’re tearing down
the tarmac street,
rushing by
with flying feet.
Pushing scooters
far too fast,
hope they stack ’em
on the grass!
Photo from Pexels by Marie-Ève Beaulieu
Category Archives: Australian children’s poetry
Fields of Spring by Dianne Bates
Leave a commentA wilderness of tea-trees
In our paddock playground
One free day in the midst of childhood
A day filled with everything
We are wild things,
Charging, ducking, hiding,
Flies swatting our sweaty faces
A dove, startled, flies up and
Petals fall like a sprinkle of rain
As we play
Cowboys and Indians
With imaginary guns
Bang! Bang! You’re dead!
Falling to the ground face-up
Wisps of clouds slide above
As if breathing in and out.
Photo from Pexels by jonas mohamadi
How Long Will We Have Islands? by James Aitchison
Leave a comment“I’m rising,” said the sea,
“there’s no room for you and me…”
On Tuvalu, people fear
their home soon will disappear.
The Maldives now are on the brink,
and Kiribati too will sink.
Five Solomon islands already lost,
beneath the rising waves were tossed.
Do we ignore the ocean’s drive,
or will we help our friends survive?
One million face uncertainty,
in a global warming catastrophe.
Photo by Asad Photo Maldives
This Is My Chair! by James Aitchison
Leave a commentThis is my chair,
keep away!
It’s very nice,
so here I’ll stay.
It matches me,
a perfect tone,
so leave me be,
up here alone!
The Crossing by Toni Newell
Leave a commentThe sky was turning darker
Minutes quickly passing by
As stars began to twinkle
In the fading lost light sky.
Void moon increases darkness
Sleeping humans in their bed
The drop into their body
Is swift but not widespread.
Spirits come out dancing
The crossing has been made
And there within the darkness
The spirits do invade.
A body borrowed for the night
Instead of floating free
The spirits take possession
But not for eternity.
Then early in the morning
Before it is daylight
The reversal begins
Spirits take their flight.
Bodies dispossessed
And unaware of all
Life continues on
Until spirits once more call.
Photo by Pixabay
The Story of Melvyn McFigg by James Aitchison
Leave a commentMervyn McFigg
lost his wig,
it blew off in the breeze.
It came to rest
in a bird’s nest,
in the highest of high gum trees.
Mervyn McFigg,
to retrieve his wig,
climbed up that mighty tree.
But at the top,
a bald bird said, “Stop!
Your wig now belongs to me!”
Yakety – Yak by James Aitchison
Leave a commentYakety-yak, yakety-yak,
is all I hear all day.
Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,
is all people have to say.
Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,
on and on it goes,
yakety-yak, yakety-yak,
see their mouths open and close.
Yakety-yak on the TV,
yakety-yak on my phone,
yakety-yak, yakety-yak,
why don’t they leave me alone!
Homeless by Toni Newell
Leave a commentBlue skies are my ceiling
Sometimes they are grey
My life is on the edge
Dependent on the day.
Wind can be my enemy
When it’s icy cold
But if it’s from the north
Its warmth is to behold.
Living in the elements
Challenges every day
And relying on charity
Is a heavy price to pay.
Income is a problem
And rent I do not pay
I have no walls around me
No permanent place to stay.
I don’t have a job
Some think that I am lazy
But I have no fixed address
Bureaucracy is crazy.
We’re not all dealt a fair hand
When it comes to life
Some get it very easy
And others only strife.
I didn’t choose my destiny
I had very little say
I reacted to the punches
That life cast out my way.
So, when you see me on the street
Know that I am human too
I may not have a home address
But I have a heart and soul like you.
Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay
I Spy A Funny Sky by James Aitchison
Leave a commentI bent my head
so far back,
I heard it make
a funny crack.
What a sight,
my neck is sore,
still can’t believe
the sky I saw.
It was awesome,
all because
the sky was full
of tomato sauce!
Visiting My Sister by Toni Newell
Leave a commentI’ve not seen my sister
Since she moved away
Out into the countryside
With acres there to play.
Even when she teased me
I loved her being there
We had fun together
What we had we’d share.
She’s more than my big sister
She is a friend to me
So, I’m going to visit her
Up there in the country.
Photo by Pixabay