Outside My Window In Vienna by James Aitchison

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A pair of pants blocks my view,

I can’t see down the street,

there’s fresh new snow upon the waist  

and every icy pleat.

The lederhosen shop next door

makes leather pants like these,

and they hang a pair made of iron

to dangle in the breeze.

(In response to What’s Outside Your Window prompt #2. Teacher’s note: Lederhosen are short or knee-legth leather breeches often worn in German-speaking regions.)

Sneezin’ Season by James Aitchison

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Have you ever heard a kangaroo

Go ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo?

Have you ever seen a koala

Wearing a balaclava?

Cold kookaburras like to laugh,

But have you ever seen one wearing a scarf?

Owls make hoots

But don’t wear boots,

And as for wombats,

They don’t need hats.

So how come you and I will sneeze,

In the midst of winter’s icy freeze?

What’s Outside My Train Window? by James Aitchison

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I’m on the Harry Potter train,

in the highlands bold and bleak,

racing through a Scottish glen,

where mist clings to every peak.

The soul of Scotland calls to me

whichever way I look,

from wind-rushed heather on the hill

to every stony brook.

Teacher’s note: The Jacobite steam train, used as the Hogworts Express in the Harry Potter movies, runs between Fort William and Mallaig.  This 84-mile round trip is regarded as one of the world’s epic rail journeys.

The Biggest Dog in the World by James Aitchison

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We turned a corner and there he was,

towering in the air,

a gorgeous dog with enormous eyes

and wheat dust in his hair.

He didn’t bark, he didn’t move,

he gazed out from the wall, 

beside his master, for all time,

the biggest dog of all.

Teacher’s note: This silo art is at Nullawil, Victoria, so named because the local indigenous word “nulla” is a killing stick while “willock” means a galah.  Both items appear on the medal attached to the dog’s collar.

The Lake That Paints The Sky by James Aitchison

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I sat and watched the night steal in,

across the barren plain,

where a bowl of salt and water 

will seize the sky again.

The fire of day lies frozen

in water still and wide,

and the lake will paint the sky

and the two will scarce divide.

Teacher’s note: Lake Tyrrell, a vast salt lake, is located near Sea Lake in northern Victoria.

“Spring Cycle” by James Aitchison

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Spring cycle

 

When winter leaves

Leaves grow again,

Again the buds of spring

Spring into life,

Life takes on a new meaning,

Meaning of course it’s spring.

 

Spring, when winter leaves

Leaves grow again,

Again the world is new,

New — and freshly scented,

Scented with flowers and hope,

Hope that trouble, like winter, leaves.

“Why must there be a tunnel?” by James Aitchison

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Why must there be a tunnel?

                 (I’m tired of well-meaning metaphors!)

 

Why must there be a tunnel,

With light a distant dot?

Light is all around us;

It’s tunnels we ain’t got.  

 

Why must there be a glass?

Seems strange to measure hope.

Hope is never half or full,

It’s plentiful in scope.