Chopping down trees shouldn’t leave you satisfied!
Or all the koalas will leave your side!
The singing crickets will be no more!
Life will simply close your door.
Artwork: MR CHIRRUP THE CRICKET AND HIS CHOIR by Cindy Wider
This post was scheduled for Wednesday 21st October, however we are currently having problems behind the scenes with the ACP website. Please accept our apologies.
The beginning of winter can be a great time for celebrating FOOD and contemplating KINGS! There are actually special dates for Meat Pies, Cheese, Pineapple, Donuts and even National Vegemite Day on the 16th of June!! King Charles III’s birthday is commemorated on Monday 8th June in most States and Territories (except QLD and WA). What will you celebrate in a poem this month?
Send your poetic inspirations to Linda Davidson:
Date prompts include:
Picture Prompt:
Is saving our Earth a great idea?
Then we must make stop those blinded with greed,
using fossil fuels till they disappear.
Is saving our Earth a great idea?
Good ecologists, our future should steer––
we need a world with clean air, water, feed.
Is saving our Earth a great idea?
Then we must make stop those blinded with greed.
Photo from Pexels by Anna Shvets
They’re called PFAS and alas,
they’ll harm the world forever.
You can’t stop their damage,
not today, no — never!
They waterproof your clothes,
you wipe them on your chin,
they stop mum’s frypan sticking,
and the box your pizza’s in.
These chemicals are deadly
and never go away,
so why on earth do we use them
every single day?
Photo from Pexels by Akil Mazumder
Teacher’s note: PFAS (pronounced P-Fass) are known as Forever Chemicals — a large family of 10,000 chemicals that have been proved to persistently contaminate the earth. They are used in fire-fighting foam, food packaging, foundation cream, cosmetics, non-stick cookware, smartphones and waterproofing clothing. They contaminate drinking water, wildlife, and agriculture.
I’m a rock.
Just a rock.
A sedentary rock.
I was warm until
blasting wind
left me with no cover.
I’m a rock.
I was dry until
eroding rivers
submerged my craggy face.
Just a rock.
I had friends until
they crumbled
and relocated to the beach.
A sedentary rock.
Melanie Hill
