OCEANS OF POETRY

Do you have a poem about the Sea to share? This year, National Science Week is supporting our call for OCEANS OF POETRY from EVERYONE – not just school students. Click on the link for more details, then submit your poems by 31st July. I really hope you will join in … and please share this request with anyone you think may be interested.

There are ten new poems in the fifth wave:

Drifting past, is a raft of ACROSTIC poems by Year 1 and Year 2 students from Sandringham East Primary School, Victoria:

LIGHTHOUSE  by Harvey

 

BLUE OCEAN  by Scarlett

B lue whale
L ively fish
U nder water
E ndless waves

O n a rocking boat
C rabs scurry
E ating seafood
A shipwreck on the sand
N ever want to leave

 

Coral, That’s Us  by Adeline

C reatures underwater use me as food,
O ver in a submarine you can still see me,
R eefs, we are in,
A nimals, we are not plants,
L ook at me, I am coral.

 

OCEAN  by Isla

O n the rocks snappy little crabs scuttle.
C olourful coral grows in a rainbow of colour.
E xcited divers learn about sharks.
A ll the interesting fish glide through the water.
N ature is different down this deep.

 

OCEAN by Rose

cean waves lapping at the sand.
urious creatures investigating new foods.
choes bouncing from the bottom of the sea.
stounding, amazing, light blue water.
oisy boats whizzing around like crazy leopards.

 

SHARK by Shivaa

S ea lions swim underneath the cold arctic water
H ands of people lay on the sand
A sting from box jellyfish can kill
R ockpools have starfish that we can spot
K iller whale can eat sharks

 

Shades of Blue by Faith

O pen seas
C reatures big and small
E ndless waves
A mazing coral reefs
N othing but shades of blue

 

published 31st July 2020:

A Turtle Meditation  by Lucas
(Calvin Christian School, Kingston, Tasmania)

Drifting away, feeling free,
I float over waves as calm as can be.
No worries in life can trouble me
away from the shoreline, upon the sea.

 

In and Out  by Fraser
(Calvin Christian School, Kingston, Tasmania)

High tide and low,
Changes every half a day,
This poem is about,
The ocean so if I may,

I’ll tell you about tides,
And all that they do,
Hopefully people will learn,
As well as you,

Like most things on earth,
The tide goes in and out,
So the whole galaxy can hear you,
You should probably shout,

The truth is that the moon makes,
The water rise and fall,
There is no exception,
It happens to all,

Pattering against the shore,
Waves come and go,
This is because of the tide,
Both high and low,

It sweeps boats out far,
Or fills an empty bay,
High and low tide happens,
Twice every day,

The tide is made,
Because of the moon,
Its gravity pulls water,
It’ll happen again soon,

Thank you for listening,
Making this has been fun,
Although no regrets,
Know that I am now done.

 

Amazing Oceans  by Charlotte
(Sandringham East Primary School, Victoria)

Oceans, oceans everywhere
Calm and rough, you never know.
Billions of creatures call it home
where dolphins and colourful coral grow.
Amazing, unbelievable, cool.

 

Pinniped Seals  by Isobel
(West Footscray Primary School, Victoria)

A seal is grey, fat and furry
It has big dark black eyes

It lives in the deep, dark blue ocean
Where it’s cold, icy and quiet

It dives into the water
Twirling, twisting and swaying

Flipping its flippers and fin-foot
happily kicking and playing.

 

Sea Creatures Rhyming Acrostic by Class KJ
(Sherwood Grange Public School, Merrylands, NSW)

Octopuses gliding slowly in the sea
Crabs crawling sideways in fear
Eels making body waves to set them free
Amazing sea creatures for us to see
Narwhal’s pointy tooth is like the top of a tree
Shrimps have tiny black eyes with which to see

 

The Deep Sea  by Tara
(Sherwood Grange Public School, Merrylands, NSW)

The corals swish back and forth
The fish swim side to side
The murky sea is flowing
The waves go up and down
The crabs are clapping

 

The Mysterious Ocean  by Zakaria
(Sherwood Grange Public School, Merrylands, NSW)

The mysterious ocean
reminds me of a blue potion.
Beneath, lurks lots of creatures
with exquisite and unique features,
Above the surface we see crashing waves
that create salty foam which slowly fades.
The lower we go, the more curious we grow
to learn what really lurks deep down below.
No longer a bright blue potion,
but now a very dark ocean!

 

Secrets of the Sea  by Taylor
(Sherwood Grange Public School, Merrylands, NSW)

As I journey to the sea
I smell the fresh breeze close to me
Walk down to the beach and take a seat,
I feel the sand underneath my feet.

Looking out to the sea
The energy of the waves is calling me.
I dive into the ocean blue.
Will I discover something new?

Looking down beneath the sea
I see a crystal as blue as can be.
Picking it up, I already knew
The ocean is coming home with me too.

 

A Deep Blue Problem  by Elianna
(Sherwood Grange Public School, Merrylands, NSW)

We are killing our marine life out there
And sadly some people don’t seem to care.
Our pollution wraps around necks, tails and fins.
Those animals suffer and no one wins.
Creatures are dying from ocean pollution
We really do need a lasting solution.
So use less plastic and think of my rhyme.
We can save our oceans, one piece at a time.

 

True Beauty  by A’isha
(Sherwood Grange Public School, Merrylands, NSW)

In the light of day …
Its waves convey an icy chill
Through foaming spray,
While thunderous waves
Rush to the shore,
Then peacefully roll away.

As the Sun goes down …
The ocean receives
The burning Sun, about to leave.
Then gradually comes the night,
Devouring that glorious, glowing light.

 

published 21st July 2020:

At the edge of the Ocean  by Falak
(Barton Primary School, Cranbourne West, Victoria)

The waves whisper in my ear,
Calling me to the soft sand.
The water sweeps over my feet,
And surrounds where I stand.

 

Ocean’s Drift  by Ibrahim
(Barton Primary School, Cranbourne West, Victoria)

We are the ocean
where life was first chosen.
But now it rains plastic
which isn’t fantastic.

Put yourself in our seas
and see how it feels.
We’re starting to choke
and this is no joke.

We’d like some respect.
Want to see the effect.
Please be the solution
and not the pollution.

 

Going Home  by Clara
(Ripponlea Primary School, Melbourne, Victoria)

The skies were grey,
The sea was blue.
A stormy night
for the sea below.

The fish go home,
clams say goodbye
and turtles turn
to sleep and hide.

An octopus lay
in its comfy cave,
wondering if
its friend was OK.

It could hear her voice
loud and clear …
even though
it has no ears.

 

Pretty Little Starfish  by Toni Newell
(Australian Children’s Poetry contributor)

Pretty little starfish,
Colourful and great,
You’re really not a fish,
But an invertebrate.
You have a central disc,
Five arms typically,
Within the central disc,
Prey’s digested organically.
You’re sensitive to light,
Touch and temperature,
Your anatomy’s advanced,
Larger bait you can procure.
Enzymes help to digest,
Some of the bigger prey,
And due to this ability,
More food is on display.
Depending on your species,
Your lifespan will vary,
Ten to thirty odd years,
Of predators be wary.
You are the star of the sea,
Few others can compete,
Your shape known globally,
That’s very hard to beat.

 

published 21st July 2020:

The Cuttlefish  by Cheryl Polonski
(Tarlo, NSW)

The cuttlefish is wrongly named, it’s not a fish at all.
It’s family is cephalopod.  Now that’s a better call.
His cousins are the nautilus, the octopus and squid.
He has 8 legs, 2 tentacles and mouth that he keeps hid.

He is the only cephalopod with cuttlebone inside.
It’s porous structure filled with air, helps cuttlefish to hide.
A gas tank that’s nearby it, to adjust the buoyancy,
allows him to position, just right where he wants to be.

They all, intelligence display, on testing in a lab.
But what amazes me the most?   Their camouflage is fab.
Their texture they can even change, papillae do this job.
The muscles make the skin poke up in nodules and knobs.

 Chromatophores are ink-filled sacs with every colour known.
Their muscle-driven camouflage can make them look like stone.
When flexed, their striking colouring and patterns do express,
perhaps to hide from danger, or a female to impress.

So when the mating season comes, we see just what they’ve got,
displaying mottled patterning or fancy stripe or spot.
Bright colours now, of every hue will burst forth on their skin.
Fluorescent, neon, flashing lights, create a visual din.

But when two males compete for her, they have a mighty spar.
Non-violent shows light up the sea, to see who’s up to par.
Sometimes while this is going on, a small male will sneak in
and fertilise the female’s eggs.   The big boys then don’t win.

Then off she goes to lay her eggs in underhangs and cracks.
But she will go away to die and won’t be coming back.
They do not eat in spawning time, their bodies soon grow weak.
Producing all their progeny is when they’re at their peak.

And when the little ones burst forth, from in their eggy home,
they look like little adults. On the ocean floor they’ll roam,
until next year when they return, to propagate their race.
They are the rock stars of the sea and they have earned their place.

 

A Fish Called a Seahorse  by Toni Newell
(Australian Children’s Poetry  contributor)

Breathing through gills,
Seahorses are fish,
They live in salt water,
Change colour at wish.
Long snake like tail,
Helps them survive,
Holding onto sea weeds,
Reproduction can thrive.
Babies called fry,
Are born by the male,
They’re small and complete,
Understandably frail.
They are not nurtured,
But left on their own,
To fend for themselves,
Their future unknown.
Possessing long snouts,
They suck up their food,
Quite often copepods,
Larval fish they include.
They possess two eyes,
Which behave as four,
Each sees independently,
Meaning they can see more.
Their heads resemble,
That of a horse,
It’s why they are called,
A seahorse of course.

 

The Crab  by Toni Newell
(Australian Children’s Poetry  contributor)

Walking sideways on the sand,
Which is what we crabs do,
Looking at the ocean,
Appreciating the view.
Peeking from our tunnels,
When it’s safe to roam,
Skittling across the sand,
Leaving our safe home.
Finding small morsels,
Bought in by the sea,
When we’ve had enough to eat,
We return back cautiously.

 

Ultra-black Fish  by Sukarma Rani Thareja
(Associate Professor Retired, CSJM Kanpur University, India)

Ultra-black fish, Ultra-black fish
hide in plain sight in the deepest sea.
So how does it work, this trickery,
their magic invisibility?

Ultra-black fish, Ultra-black fish
have melanin, just like human skin,
but pigment structures found within
are packed so tight –
like a gumball machine –
that almost all light gets trapped right in.

By taking a lesson from fish-skin designs
we could make-up a pigment, right shape and size.
The blackest of blacks would be our prize
for material science that tricks human eyes!

 

published 12th July 2020:

Friends of the Ocean  by Lavanya
(Kambrya College, Berwick, Victoria)

The bottle that you’re drinking from,
Is making all our oceans glum.
Alike, the cling-wrap on your sandwich,
Now that is seriously savage.

Today in your lunchbox, tomorrow in the seas!
All of them are crying out their pleas!
” THE GRIEF! THE GUILT! THE MISERY!”
” SEA-TURTLES ARE NOW HISTORY!”

Our plastics, chemicals, and negligence
Have prodded our guilty consciences.
Sea-life worldwide at death’s door,
This stretch of blue will be no more!

Starvation and food scarcity,
And don’t forget turbidity,
Chemical poisoning too,
Problems, these are only a few.

Disappearing are our food resources,
Pollution killing our small sea-creatures,
vital components of marine’s food chain.
Is Sea-life crying out in pain?

But the ocean is our mother, and we are its children.
We’ll be friends of the ocean and no longer villains.
So, SHARE THE SEA! SHARE THE SHORE!
For it is ours to nourish for evermore.

The Curious Unknown  by Elizabeth
(Our Lady of the Sacred Heart College, Kensington, NSW)

The waves crash against the rocks
stumbling about like a teenager,
never knowing when to stop
those tireless tides of flows and knocks.

Carrying others everywhere it goes,
carefree about where it will lead.
A resting place or back for more?
With curious currents – who knows.

Mysteries of the deep adore
diving into endless questions,
searching for new answers,
surfacing each time with more.

Starfish  by Deborah Kennelly
(Currumbin Waters, Queensland)

A Star fell from the sky tonight,
into the sea, still shining bright,
was washed by waves to the shore,
a shining light, it was no more.

Life is change – nothing stays the same
and so, a Starfish it became.
Left like treasure from sea to land,
now shining in the morning sand.

The Shell Graveyard  by Deborah Kennelly
(Currumbin Waters, Queensland)

I walked along a windswept beach earlier today,
where broken, battered seashells lay strewn along the way.
Some were smashed completely, whilst others just a bit –
a shelly graveyard stretched for miles made up of this shell grit.

Then sighted partly buried, a perfect shell was found
among the broken pieces laying all around.
I wondered how it survived the same journey from sea to land
and how it now just rested unbroken in the sand.

Are we just like the seashells strewn across the shore –
swept along by currents from Life’s ocean floor?
Are we just chosen randomly as victims every day
as Life directs the set and scene, or do we create the play?

Some of us are broken bad, while some just dents and knocks,
still other hearts have hardened when smashed against the rocks.
And like the wind that blows the waves on relentlessly,
some won’t relinquish their belief that they’re scarred eternally.

I watched as storm clouds gathered and threatened from up high
and wondered where the sun had gone, deserting our blue sky.
If only we would stop and see the pattern causing strife,
and know that we create the change for light to fill our life.

It’s like we’re always fighting and battling some new storm.
In defiance we stand against the wind and wonder why we’re torn.
The battleground is littered with broken hearts and more
and confusion still reigns supreme as to what it is all for.

Coastal Reverie  by J. R. Poulter
(Australian Children’s Poetry & Word Wings Publishing)

Waters rush,
Waters surge,
Seagulls sing
A mournful dirge,
Sands sift,
Clouds drift …

We stand
Upon the shore,
Watching waves run
And pelicans s-o-a-r!

Sea Breathes  by J. R Poulter
(Australian Children’s Poetry & Word Wings Publishing)

Sea breathes in
Ripples running,
Wind flowing
Across its face …

Breathe in!
The blood tide responds
Drawing you down
Liquid as soul or thought.
Breathe out …

Sea wash, salt cleanse,
The fingers of the land,
We stand and fill our lungs
And cool our feet
Deep in wet sand.

Rhythm of the Sea  by Jen Rhoderick
(Wattle Glen, Victoria)

Waves roll and crash endlessly, a rhythm so calm,
heartbeat of the ocean, it’s drawcard – it’s charm,
The warmth from the sun, as it shines on my skin,
The squelch of the sand, as I dig my toes in,
The rock pools, a treasure, of uncharted sights,
A crab or a mollusc, a shell- such delights,
Expanses of water, shades of green and of blues,
So many colours and magnificent hues,
The seaweed discarded, thrown up in the night,
A squark from a seagull, hovering mid-flight,
The line where the sky joins up to the sea,
A horizon of hope for dreamers like me,
So full of respect and admiring such charm,
Ensuring the wildlife
Will come to no harm,
Look after what we have, what we love and adore,
Protect all our oceans for evermore
So that one day, you too, could say you were here,
Laying on a beach, or standing on the pier,
Waves roll and crash endlessly, a rhythm so calm,
Heartbeat of the ocean- it’s drawcard, it’s charm.

The Sea  by Rosemarie Galea
(In memory of those lost at sea)

A sleeping giant, when it’s calm,
caressed by sand and swaying palm.
A raging monster rears its head
when wind and rain by night are led.

It swells and roars, it foams and crashes.
Against shore and ship it loudly splashes
then, as if by some strange hand, it stops.

When morning light again appears
the giant has wiped  away its tears,
and all is well in the world.

 

published 4th July 2020:

Ocean’s Eye  by Andrei
(Georges River College, Peakhurst, NSW)

My journey has begun.
To home I say goodbye,
I bid farewell to the sun
And seek the ocean’s eye.

As the Southern winds blow,
my boat begins to sway,
I question, should I go?
Or is it safer to just stay?

My stomach begins to rumble,
The ocean’s beauty I crave,
I try to walk but stumble,
And capsize from a wave.

The seabed approaches me,
Or so I really think,
I step onto a squid which flees,
And leaves a trail of ink.

The water gets colder,
My teeth start to chatter,
The pressure gets bolder,
My lungs get flatter.

I ignore the chill,
And search for my boat,
I mistakenly gasp
And krill fills my throat.

I accept my fate,
Surely I’m done
But as though to debate,
I’m saved by someone.

So happy to be fine,
I can say that for sure,
But since I’m alive,
Why not try once more?

On planet Earth, dear Ocean  by Sukarma Rani Thareja
(Associate Professor Retired, CSJM Kanpur University, India)

You are a source of power and strength.
Linking with our atmosphere,
creating climate’s balances
or shaping coastlines by yourself.
You are a fundamental force
of nature’s fine fragility.

You resonate our consciousness;
you fascinate with siren songs.
Your watery wings make homes for life,
sustaining hungry humankind
who use your every turbulence
to calculate and understand.

Many are in love with you.
From arts to oceanographers,
inspired by vastness, nature, science
that draws our need for truth,
a pledge to keep you safe and clean
for future generations.

Dreaming Seas  by Margaret Pearce
(Australian Children’s Poetry  contributor)

The silver lake across the sea
flung by a lavish moon
Is edged with a misty darkness
Whispering a lullaby tune
for more quiet depths of peace
As the chill star spangled sky
Covers the remotely dreaming seas.

The Digital Tide  by Margaret Pearce
(Australian Children’s Poetry  contributor)

Early morning the waves of information are sure and
slow
Safe for toddlers in the shallows of technological
flow
Romping through the foam of unsupervised
delights
While practicing their control of the predatory
bytes
The technology rises to break on discarded
sites
Teenagers surf the Facebook depths and internet
heights
The waves swell higher, heavier with knowledge and
speed
Balancing on the technological edge the experts keep
their lead
And the unskilled, swamped by megabytes are dumped
humiliated
Under the incurious memory of cloud and the alien
educated.

Too Many Jellyfish  by Celia Berrell

Could you eat
some future dishes
made with lots of
jellyfishes?

Crunchy noodles
salad, sushi
jellied ice-cream
(slightly chewy).

Many fish
that fed on jellies
ended-up in
human bellies.

Has this caused
an ocean muddle
full of too much
jelly trouble?

If fishermen
could earn a living
only going
jelly-fishing

other fish-stocks
might grow back
and get the oceans
back on track.

Water Bears are tiny teddy Tardigrades

Could Water Bears be creatures from outer space?  Perhaps they arrived on Earth via meteorites (panspermia).  In April 2019, we sent some to the Moon!  Marine Biologist Stephanie Rose shares the fascinating facts in her ModestFish blog here.

Hardy Tardigrades
by Celia Berrell

A “Water Bear” has four short pairs
of legs with curly claws.
It ambles like a furry bear
but never ever roars.

Its caterpillar body shape
has crinkles all the way.
That mouth hides two sharp pointy spikes
which jab into its prey.

It sucks out all the juicy bits
from mossy lichen cells
and sometimes catches other “bears”
and eats them up as well.

A Tardigrade won’t hibernate.
Instead, it just dries out.
And in this state, survives a fate
that nothing else surmounts.

A vacuum doesn’t kill it, nor
high pressures most extreme.
It doesn’t die from heat or Sun,
or even X-ray beams.

Resistant to the coldest cold,
subsisting on the brink,
it still lives on when soaked
in any alcoholic drink.

They’re found throughout the world
in almost any soggy place.
And when they’re dehydrated
they’ll survive in outer space.

We’ve proved they’re perfect candidates
that don’t need to be taught
the disciplines of how to be
a micro-astronaut!

 

Give & Take: The Garden Within

The Seeds of Gratitude by Sharon Davson (oil on canvas)

On Sunday 20th October 2019 I was proud to deliver this following speech at the District 69 Area 9 Toastmasters Conference:

Friends share all manner of things.  And sometimes, the effects of what we give & take reverberate in amazing ways.  Has your world ever been rocked by a fabulous friend?  Mine was recently.  It involves a picture, a poem and some children in India.  Ladies and Gentlemen, you are all someone’s fabulous friend, even if you don’t realise it.

My friend Sharon Davson is a spiritual artist, whereas I write Science Rhymes for children.  Sharon is very religious, whereas I am not.  I respond best to fact and evidence, whereas Sharon gives prayer and gratitude.  I tell her off for not reading her emails whereas she empowers me to follow my dreams.  We both agree … to disagree … sometimes!

Of course, we have things in common as well: similar age, backgrounds in teaching, and we’re both passionate about creativity.  And since neither of us have children, our pictures and poetry have become our progeny.  And we want them to leave home and do good in the world.  Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t – depending on how you look at it.  So would you consider my poem The Garden Within is a success or a calamity?  Here are three facts to help you decide.

Number One: The poem The Garden Within was inspired by Sharon Davson’s painting of a koala sharing a variety of seeds with other creatures, amidst a big blue sky and rocky foreground of flowers.  Titled The Seeds of Gratitude, this oil painting is one of Davson’s treasured successes.  It’s housed in the Hikaru Museum in Takayama, Japan and has strong ties with the Sukyo Mahikari faith.  You can see it on the Science Rhymes website with the poem, The Garden Within, which I wrote especially for Sharon.  It goes like this:

There is a garden in my heart,
where beauty grows in fits and starts.
Where smiles are petals from the flowers,
bestowed by others from their bowers.

Nutritious hope reaps seeds to feed
my spirit for its every need.
With gratitude I’ll reach my goal
and touch the island of my soul.

Fact Two was a complete surprise: in 2018, I received an email from a school teacher in India revealing that, since 2015, this poem has been recited by children there, because it’s published in the official government’s school textbook Our World Through English Class 8, in the states of Andhra Pradesh and Telengana.  When sharing this news with writing friends, they say “What? They published your poem without asking your permission? That’s not allowed.  What a calamity! … No royalties for you then”.  I’m not concerned about the royalties, I’m honoured my poem has been chosen. But I really want them to give me a physical copy of this book to cherish.  I’ve sent requests, but as yet, no reply, no book and yes I am disappointed!  But …

Fact Three: Discovering all the YouTube videos of students reciting and singing the words to The Garden Within has overwhelmed me, but I remember I wrote this poem in Sharon’s voice. It was my gift to a Fabulous Friend. And now, this little poem has been embraced by people who measure richness, like Sharon, with prayer and gratitude.

Love and friendship are filled with give & take.  And now I’ve befriended those children on YouTube, they have shown ME  With gratitude, I’ll reach my goal, to touch the island of my soul.

May you share this sentiment with your Fabulous Friends too.

Shanti.

 

I carry a cotton bag …

I carry a cotton bag in my pocket
by Sukarma Thareja & Celia Berrell

Sometimes simple is simply the best.
A light cotton bag can pass this test.

To mother-nature our plastic is toxic.
It won’t break down, so we can’t compost it.

Plastic bag use?  We need to stop it.
Instead, keep a cotton bag in that pocket!

Like Gandhi’s humble spinning wheel,
natural fabrics have homespun appeal.

A symbol of self-sufficiency
with an eco-friendly guarantee.

 

Moon Poems

2019 marks 50 years since humans first landed on the Moon.  Below, we are sharing Moon Poems to celebrate.

I am the Bleeding Moon  by Kaya
(Whitfield State School)

When day turns to night,
I peek over the mountains,
As quiet as a still night.
I am the bleeding Moon.

Dogs howl,
Nocturnal animals scatter in fear,
Creatures scuttle.
I am the bleeding Moon.

I come every couple of years,
I float proudly above the clouds,
Full-faced in sunset’s lingering light.
I am the bleeding Moon.

Flash, snap, flash,
Crowds of people look up at me,
Like a throng of paparazzi.
Flash, snap, flash.

A soufflé of clouds
Brush against my blood-red, rusty face,
The I slowly,
Slowly,

Snuggle into a sleepy pillow
Of dark thunder-clouds covering my crimson face.
I wait patiently to return
And totally eclipse your night again.

I
Am the bleeding Moon.

 

Full-Moon by Jaryn
(Whitfield State School)

Oh Moon, full-Moon, you’re rising high,
a shiny coin in night-time’s sky.
Very mindful of your phases,
displaying all your different changes.
Sometimes thin and sometimes bright,
full-Moon is like a ball of light.
The Moon is weird in every way,
and that’s why I want our Moon to stay.

 

The Moon and our World by Jarrod
(Whitfield State School)

The Moon shines
as hounds whine.

People joke it’s only cheese
glowing through the fluttering leaves.

It spreads over our homes like a towel
as majestic wolves begin to howl.

Along with one-sixth gravity
it fascinates society,

giving surfers tidal waves
that swirl inside a crystal cave.

When astronauts walked on its surface,
humans had reached their furthest.

 

One Big Step for Me  by Ruby
(Whitfield State School)

Gathered round old televisions
or listening to radio stations
witnessing that “one big step”
fifty years ago.

Moon:
rising and falling,
controlling the tides,
radiant and bright
though never alight.

Your dusty black land
with rocks, shards of sand,
highlands and craters
makes Moon’s unique textures.

There’s still so much to learn
so, to the Moon we will return.
I wonder …
will I ever get a turn?

 

Silvery Moonlight  by Georgia
(Whitfield State School)

The silvery Moon
shines softly at night,
giving us peace
and bright white light.

Sleepy children
off to bed,
stories read
to fill their head.

Kittens nuzzle,
puppies cuddle,
under the silvery Moon
they’ll huddle.

Moon,
as elegant as can be,
circles the sky
so far from me.

 

Earth and Moon  by Amber
(Whitfield State School)

Moon’s silvery light across the water.
In the night she’s silver in colour,
reflecting light from the Sun.
That’s not all, there’s more to come.

No oxygen, no air,
Neil Armstrong was the first one there.
He wore an extra-special suit,
expensive as diamonds and loot.

If Earth’s a fishbowl full of water,
a cheeky fish that’s filled with laughter,
floats around our sea of space,
orbiting Earth.  Her favourite place.

 

My Moon by Nithya
(Minaret College)

The Moon and stars
play all night.
When Sun comes,
Moon disappears.

Moon and Sun fight,
Moon steals sunlight,
and that’s how it
glows in the dark.

 

My Satellite Poem by Lavanya
(Glendal Primary School)

We see it in the spacious sky
as if it floats so very high
reflecting light that grows so bright,
we sometimes cover our eyes.

Huge craters and flat plains called seas,
we sometimes gaze, amazed at these.
This is the Earth’s own satellite.
Our Moon, for everyone to see.

 

Wednesday Poetry Club

For students who wish to write poems about their reef and rainforest experiences at Cairns Aquarium.

Celia Berrell is offering year 4-8 students (groups of 12-16) who have participated in a guided educational tour of Cairns Aquarium a 45 minute poetry presentation with follow-up support so they can share their poems for possible publication. Celia will attend your school and share poems and poetry techniques with an aquatic theme. This programme is available on Wednesdays in Terms 2 & 3 (cost $60) and requires PowerPoint facilities. Each participating student is asked to provide a parental/adult email address, so Celia can correspond with each student about their poem after the presentation. Please make bookings directly with Celia via mobile 0408 069 192 or email celia@sciencerhymes.com.au.

Selected poems will be submitted to Cairns Aquarium for future display and/or publication opportunities.

Celia Berrell’s poetry is regularly published in the CSIRO’s children’s science magazine Double Helix and Australian Children’s Poetry. She holds Blue Card #836652/4 and is registered in the One School system through previous school presentations. This website www.sciencerhymes.com.au offers free resources that are appreciated worldwide.

Dragons at Mt Molloy

Bearded Dragon  by Pepita
(Mount Molloy State School)

Its beard goes black when it’s angry.
It’s scaly and smells a bit tangy.
It runs really fast on its long hind legs
and waves its hand when it begs.

Australian Bearded Dragons can make themselves look scary by puffing out a flap of skin under their jaw. They can be seen communicating with each other from a distance, bobbing their heads and bodies up and down. And when they concede defeat, they give a little wave with their forearm!  Some people think they make Oddly Cute Pets too.

Insect Poems

The Boxing Mantis by Nika
(Trinity Beach State School)

A praying mantis is green
so it blends-in to help it hide.
It has big, brave bulging eyes
that never ever blink.

They eat other insects
and juicy green leaves,
but luckily for us
they don’t eat people.

They have four long swaying legs
and two strong punching legs
that bend-up by their chin
so they look like they’re going to
PUNCH YOU!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Insect Limerick  by Pamela Koltunicki

There once was a bug named Tattoo
who loved rolling big balls of poo.
One day, pushing faeces,
he saw the same species,
and yelled, “you’re a dung beetle too!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scavenging Achievers  by Sukarma Rani Theraja

I was asleep
when a copper-coloured beetle touched my feet.

Strongest insect that fondly eats
our planet’s daily waste.
Rolling, digging and tunnelling dung,
it sings songs of life with balls of dung.
Forwards and backwards into balls,

Rolling, rolling spheres of manure,
picking-up seeds at every turn.
Moving, dispersing and fertilizing
seeds on-the-move by rolled dung balls.

Digging, digging to bury those balls.
A store of moisture, a harvest of food.
A safe abode and nursery,
brooding babies, all-in-a-ball.

Tunnelling, tunnelling, spreading that dung,
repeatedly changing the texture of soil.
Porosity, quality, germination
all get better where dung beetles dwell.

Egyptians and Adivasi knew
the values of these scarab saviours.
So keep these achievers in the loop,
revere those scavenging beetle troops,
cleaning up our planet’s poops.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Picture-Book Poetry Party 2018

Sunday 21st October 2-3pm at Holiday Inn Cairns Harbourside, 209 Esplanade, Cairns.

This year, local author Deanna Henderson will be reading her picture-book There’s a Zoo in my backyard, and sharing some of her fascinating stories from Minibeast Wildlife, where she works with insects (such as the praying mantis), spiders and other fascinating invertebrates.

Students from Whitfield State School will be reciting poems created for this year’s National Science Week, themed Game Changers & Change Makers, and students from Trinity Beach State School are sharing poems about INSECTS!

This is a FREE EVENT, aimed to delight pre-school & primary-school aged children and their parents.  Bring along a favourite Picture-Book to receive a raffle ticket in the draw for a book voucher from Collins Booksellers Smithfield or a gift from Minibeast Wildlife.

This is the fifth POETRY PARTY hosted by Celia Berrell & Science Rhymes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sponsored by: Holiday Inn Cairns Harbourside & Collins Booksellers Smithfield

Book Launch 10th August

How exciting – to be granted a 2.30pm LAUNCH at this year’s Cairns Tropical Writers Festival for The Science Rhymes Book – Second Edition!
It is going to be a really enjoyable event.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have invited Dr Clifford Jackson from James Cook University to say a few words. Cliff spent over a year analysing the poems in this book to check that the science concepts portrayed were sound. And this is what makes “The Science Rhymes Book” rather special. It isn’t simply a fun book of verse, it’s also a carefully crafted science resource book!

After sharing some highlights about this book’s journey – from concept, self-publishing and then partnership publishing with Jabiru Publishing – we will showcase a selection of the poems. I say “we”, because most of the poems will be delivered by students from Whitfield State School who have been attending this year’s lunchtime Poetry Club.

Here’s a plan of The Science Rhymes Book LAUNCH Programme:


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hope to see you IN THE BALLROOM if you have time to attend.

 

Celia Berrell
PO Box 220
Fortitude Valley QLD 4006

Email:
feedback@sciencerhymes.com.au
Mobile:
0408 069 192
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