Archive for the ‘Your Science Poems’ Category

Ice Flowers & Dr Jim Carter

Do you live somewhere that’s really cold in winter?  Dr James R Carter is Professor Emeritus, Geography-Geology Department, Illinois State University.  He studies beautiful ice formations in USA.  In 2017, he gave us permission to share some of his rare photos to accompany a poem about Ice Flowers, written by primary school student Evie  – which was also shared on the Australian Children’s Poetry website.

We are delighted to learn that Dr Jim Carter has now written his own poem, inspired by Dr Seuss!  If you have any fantastic photos of ice flowers of this nature, you can contact Dr Carter at Illinois State University by email at

Ice Poetry  by Jim Carter

Oh, it’s mighty cold today.
Why did the Lord make it this way?

Hmmmm, the ground crunches when I walk by
So I bend down to find out why.

Look at those needles shining so bright
Clear ice, glistening in the light.

But my nose reminds me what I must do
Dress right for a cold sky so blue.

Properly attired, I set out to see
What other forms of ice there may be.

Are those white flowers at the base of a little tree?

No, it’s ice on the stems of plants quite tall.
They had white flowers last fall.

Wow, that ice presents a lovely face
And it’s only one of many in this place.

A wavy ball of ice nestled in brown.
Camera out, I kneel on the ground.

How have I missed such ice for years?
As I marvel my eyes produce tears.

Perhaps from their beauty
… but probably from the cold.

Oh, there’s ice on what was a puddle.

In layers of perhaps two or three
With leaves underneath and some lying free.

Another presentation of ice seldom seen
Gosh, nature is neat, even when it’s not green!


Thanks to everyone who submitted a poem about the Sea to share. We are celebrating, National Science Week with our OCEANS OF POETRY from EVERYONE – not just school students.

Here is the final wave of poems:

Pacific  by Callum
(Adelaide Botanic High, SA)

Crystal clear waves dance on the surface
Crashing and tumbling as they go.

Falling upon the shore,
And moving to and fro.

Beneath the shifting landscape
A storm is brewing,
A bountiful home for life,
A system self-renewing.

In the Abyss
Rests a memory of innovation.

A gentle giant gone amiss,
A reclaimed salvation.

This place of elegance,
Is also a place of power,
Moving millions of tons
In a fraction of an hour.

Grinding away at the cliff,
Stealing the rock and sand.

Crash and smash, swish and swirl,
Whisking away the land.

How alluring is the sea,
With all its quirky features.

It’s nature’s tidal dance,
And a home for many creatures.

The ocean’s beauty,
Now returns to the deep
Where it lives and it thrives,
And can finally sleep.



How wonderful oceans can be!  by Madeleine
(Iona Presentation College, Mosman Park, Western Australia)

Oh, the oceans, how wonderful they can be!
A deep world full of mysteries, so let’s go on and see.
Two thirds of our Earth is covered by seawater,
Full of creatures, some larger some smaller.

Artic, Southern, Indian, Atlantic and Pacific,
The oceans that surround our countries, are so terrific!
They help to keep the climate steady,
And to keep them healthy we must all be at the ready.

Unfortunately, the ocean is full of the wrong stuff,
Full of litter, because people don’t care enough.
People don’t get how wonderful the ocean could be,
If only they understood, it needs to be litter-free.

The ocean is a place like no other,
Full of creatures who interact with one another.
They live and create a miraculous place,
That we as humans should appreciate!

Oh, the oceans, how wonderful they can be!
A world full of mysteries, deep under the sea,
There, now you have it, I’ve presented my case,
The oceans truly are a wonderful place!


Deep Blue Ocean  by Luca
(Sandringham East Primary School, Victoria)

Orcas live in the ocean
They have white and black coloured skin
The beautiful ocean is their home
Where they sleep and play and swim.


Ocean Waves  by Anna
(Sandringham East Primary School, Victoria)

Waves are floating free
in the big dark sea.

Sharks are looking for their prey
and fish are swimming away.

Dolphins are having fun with the waves
and making lots of shapes.

The Sun is rising fast
and the kids are having a blast.


Deep Blue  by Imogen
(Sandringham East Primary School, Victoria)

Deep and peaceful
the ocean laps against the sand
Blue fish and coral,
the waves meet the land.

Bright light on water
whirls through my head
I wish I was there
and not in bed.


The Ocean From a Dolphin’s View  by Kaushika
(Parramatta High School, NSW)

As I dived underwater I came to a halt,
What I saw, wasn’t just water with salt,
What I was viewing was spectacular scenery,
Colourful corals and amazing anemones,
As I moved further along, a colossal fish,
Seemed to be having krill as his dish,
But the creature I saw was a mammal, like me,
A whale that weighed tons, I know you’d agree
Colourful fishes, in all shapes and sizes,
Wherever I looked was a sea of surprises,
From purple to blue and orange to green,
Some large, slow but agile, or miniscule, lean,
Other sea creatures I found in that spot
Were clown fish inside their anemone cot,
Unlike sea grasses, all corals are animals,
Who would have thought …
Elegant and admirable!
Like what Mr Columbus has once said
“The sea will grant each man new hope,
and sleep will bring the dreams of home.’’
This gorgeous place is home to me.
I swam back to my dolphin family.


My Unexpected Voyage!  by Vinaya
(Parramatta High School, NSW)

Sea water rippled through my fingers,
As I stared at a crab that slowly lingered.
I have lost my way, like some people do,
I have lost my way under ocean blue!
Anemones, seaweeds, reefs, and corals
Produce a magnificent show of florals,
Filled with many fish as well,
Fish with bright colours and fish that swell.

I gasped at their sight as some seaweed drowned.
While others decided to float around.
Fish swifted by, corals swayed side by side.
And that’s when it struck me!  I realised.

I’m lost on our treasured Great Barrier Reef!
Phew! At last! A sign of relief!
But now, I want to remember a lesson,
Our world is suffering, this I must mention
and we are the cause. Yes, we! Me and you!
Our reef is a victim of spoilage too.
We need to act as the cops of the ocean;
It’s up to us all. We must take action!

I learnt this lost under ocean blue
And somehow I hope that you did too!


Océan  by William
(Bonnyrigg High School, NSW)

The Ocean covers three-quarters of the Earth
Our mother – the place of our birth
But our thirst we cannot quench
Down in the Mariana Trench
Down where the pressure is crushing
Down where the creatures are rushing
Their beacons in the blackness for all to see.
The wide dark land for me!


Sea-Creature Action  by Fin
(Footscray Primary School, Victoria)

Sharks kill
Urchins spike
Jellyfish sting
Sea snakes bite
Dolphins Jump
Hermit-crabs shuffle
Crabs pinch
Turtles nibble
Whales migrate
Otters Dive
Penguins catch fish
Happy, alive.


The Greatness of Sand  by Sonam
(Chevallum State School, Sunshine Coast, Queensland)

Oh Sand, oh Sand, how soft you are!
On my feet, I feel you like a cushion.

Oh Sand, how wide, you are,
You hold my toes and you hold the ocean.

Oh Sand, how strong you are,
Cooked in fire to make my glass bottle.

Oh Sand, how fun you are,
I pile you up to make my sand castle.


Movement in the Forest  by Jeanie Axton
(Australian Children’s Poetry contributor)

 Seahorses stand upright
hiding in the blades
as the current passes

Rock fish
dart in and out
staying close to home

Feet expanding
the Sea stars move slowly
in search of urchins

Jellyfish squeeze
propelling forwards
pushing out jets of water

Nibbling algae on the holdfast
crabs scurry
protected by the forest

Through the gnarled seascape
Sharks zigzag
stalking angry Seals

The Giant Kelp Forest
a nursery for the young
a protector of sea life

Standing tall
a marine fortress


Sea Urchin  by Toni Newell
(Australian Children’s Poetry contributor)

Sea urchins aren’t fish,
They’re an invertebrate,
They are omnivores,
Sea floor their real-estate.

They come in many colours,
Mainly round and spiky,
Sensitive to light and touch,
The hedgehog of the sea.

They move around slowly,
But on their underside.
Are five paired rows of feet,
Which within the spikes hide.

Amongst their predators,
Are crabs, wolf eels, sea otters,
Trigger fish and humans,
A favourite food of lobsters.

Sea urchins may look frail,
With long spikes extended,
A vision delicate and beautiful,
As nature had intended.


The Turbulent Sea  by Madonna George
(Yeppoon, Queensland)

The angry sea, a storm in the night
shaking the corals and clams with fright,
stirring the sand and scattering shells
until waves subside, and all is well.



Published 6th August 2020
Drifting past, is a raft of ACROSTIC poems by Year 1 and Year 2 students from Sandringham East Primary School, Victoria:



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!

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


Too Many Jellyfish  by Celia Berrell

Could you eat
some future dishes
made with lots of

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

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

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,

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

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.

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.

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.


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










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.







A Science Hall of Fame

This collection of poems is shared by their creators to celebrate National Science Week 2018 (11-19 August), its theme of GAME CHANGERS AND CHANGE MAKERS, with aspects of science that have inspired and fascinated.












(Click on the blue “Game Changers” writing below to find out more about the scientists in this poster)

Game Changers

Dr Sukarma Thareja from India began, by reminding us that famous figures, such as Thomas Edison, didn’t necessarily shine when they were at school! Haywood Ho Hei tells us how one of science’s the most impressive theories, Quantum Mechanics, was almost abandoned by its originator (Max Planck), until it was taken on by those around him. Science and discovery can take incredible diligence, focus and hard work, while at other times, it just happens accidentally. And talking of accidents, not all scientific endeavours have been for the greater good. Introducing the South American Cane Toad to Queensland Australia was simply a catastrophe!

An Ode to Stephen Hawking  by Rowen
(Woodville High School)

Stephen Hawking, a brilliant mind!
Very clever, successful and kind.
One of our best scientific pioneers
with one of the most glittering careers.

Incredibly gifted throughout his time,
a theoretical physicist in his prime,
he became a role model to many young people,
but sadly one day he was rendered near-feeble.

Diagnosed with motor neuron disease
his health declined in small degrees.
But he didn’t give up, no, he pushed ahead,
although his peers thought he’d soon be dead.

He kept living on, yes, he cheated death
until March 14th when he took his last breath.
His students, and theirs, talk of him in a way,
that connects with us all, every hour, every day.

They say this great man was one-of-a-kind.
Stephen Hawking enshrined that brilliant mind.


Calculators  by Georgia
(Whitfield State School)

Those magical math-multiplying machines:
what would we do without them?

We’d sit in a maths test, yawning, so boring
all the way to tomorrow morning!

If doing sums you ever fear,
don’t worry, calculators are here.

But what is inside; what are they really?
A special machine that tells answers clearly.

Now that we’ve got them, what to we do?
Trust them completely – their answers are true.


Lucky Galileo  by Imogen
(Whitfield State School)

Renaissance astronomer Galilei
showed that the Earth revolved round the Sun.
Defying the views of the holiest place,
some Catholics wanted him burned at stake.

Instead, he’s imprisoned in home-arrest
where Bubonic Plague wasn’t a pest.
This “Black Death” caused headache, fever and chills
then lymph glands, like boils, began to swell.

Safe from disease, his life was enhanced.
Protected from getting boils in his pants!


Clever Ada  by Coby
(Whitfield State School)

Ada Lovelace liked music.
And she was also good at maths.
She wrote a guide, “Flyology”.
She’s a dreamer from the past.

At a ball, she met Charles Babbage
whose incredible machine
was called “The Difference Engine”
and only ran on steam.

This was the first computer that
the world had ever seen
and Ada wrote its programs.  She’s
the world’s first Coding Queen!



Meeting E.T. At Cairns Aquarium  by Kaya
(Whitfield State School)

This porcupine fish can change personality.
From small, shy and cute, to puffed-up all-angrily.
Oh, E.T. you have such big eyes,
they make it so hard to say goodbye.
I wonder, have you met E.T?
If not, I think you’d better see me!

This porcupine fish melts hearts every day.
A Diodon Globefish and species of ray.
Oh, E.T. you have so much love to share,
In Cairns Aquarium, we can’t help but stare.
If all you go, please say hello.
Oh, E.T. I love you so.


Aqua  by Jade
(Whitfield State School)

Aqua is the colour of waves on the ocean
when blue skies and sunshine are passing by.
Aqua is the sound of water crashing.
Its power and strength we can’t deny.

Aqua is the smell of the salty ocean
where sodium chloride will spray and spin.
Aqua is the taste of the briny sea
touching and tingling against my skin.


Superior Saturn  by Charlie
(Whitfield State School)

Saturn’s the sixth planet from the Sun
and my favourite in our galaxy.
With its nine astonishing icy rings
that orbit and hang due to gravity.

Titan is Saturn’s largest moon,
found by a Dutch Astronomer
which later led Christiaan Hugens
to become really popular.

According to to Doctor Kevin Baines,
Saturn rains tons of diamonds each year.
It would be fantastic to take some home …
as a special prize souvenir!

Saturn’s name came from Roman mythology;
Titan was named from the Greek.
Those wandering stars we now know as planets
like gods, never lose their mystique.


Beautiful Moon  by Moco
(Whitfield State School)

I am the beautiful moon.
Silent, silver, cold.
I’ll stop my orbiting soon
because I’m growing old.
My temperature in Celsius
is minus one-seventy-three.
For humans, that’s the deadliest.
Too hard to live on me!


Cane Toads  by Ruby
(Whitfield State School)

I came here in 1935
filled with excitement about my new life.
Dropped off in Gordonvale’s sugar-cane fields
to end all your cane beetle strife.

My tough warty skin oozes poison.
My webbed feet are quite unusual.
But at least being poisonous stops me
from being anyone’s juicy meal!

I quickly adapt to your weather.
Your cyclones don’t really bother me.
Instead I just find a new shelter
and relentlessly grow my family.

In numbers, we grew and we grew and grew.
Reaching the Northern Territory.
And before many scientists really knew,
we’re in W.A. – and not sorry!

All because of a silly mistake
which scientists wish they could reverse.
Let’s hope no one brings in a Mexican snake.
That could make things a whole lot worse!


Max Planck Quantum Mechanics  by Haywood Ho Hei
(Victoria Shanghai Academy, Hong Kong)

Thou, in the world of unseen men,
at a time of sunshine and feathered pen.
You, a bright lad, thought beyond what we saw,
for what didn’t exist – would leave all in awe.

When a miniscule item, thought to be at the limit,
there’s still something smaller, leaving no answer.
Days of researching: past all that inhibits
with possible leads to a cure for cancer.

From the width of a one-dimensional string
to the hottest possible Farenheit,
Max Plank discovered what no Earthling could see
and what was there to show the light.

He once thought that all this would be disapproved.
It was only a theory after all.
From what he thought lost, wrong as he’d been,
when about to drop it, others took up the ball.


Haywood has been fascinated by physics since he was very young and loves to dig deeper and deeper into the tiny quantum world, especially about how we can use these discoveries well.


Young Thomas Edison  by Sukarma Rani Thareja & Celia Berrell

Childhood illness and ear infections
left young Thomas hard of hearing.
His teacher thought he couldn’t learn
and three months later, sent him home!

Fidgety Thomas was prone to distractions
which didn’t help his early learning.
But once his mother had taught him to read,
Tom devoured books at greatest speed.

Did deafness assist his concentrations?
Did curiosity banish his fearing?
His science experiment on a train
started a fire – Tom’s in trouble again!

An entrepreneur of many inventions
the name of Edison kept appearing.
Batteries, cables, and household light
were just some of Edison’s dreams-come-right.


Saving the System












Saving the System
by Reinhold Mangundu

The system is life; this system provides.
Such system collapse is people’s demise.
So what are we doing with unthinking minds?
Can you feel, hear or see Earth’s desperate signs?

Bleached coral reefs; no fishing, no work.
Unemployed poverty mustn’t be shirked.
Less copper, less diamonds: they’re closing the mines.
Can you feel, hear or see Earth’s depleted signs?

Our Earth’s system needs us to save, not plunder
her life-giving riches in all their wonder.
So let’s save the system. Let’s roar out her worth!
And join in becoming Guardians of Earth.

Reinhold Mangundu is an environmental activist in Namibia and youth advocate.

Christmas Chemistry

Just in time for Christmas …
Merrissa Sorrentino shares her latest poem:

Twas The Night Before Christmas
(Chemistry Edition)
by Merrissa Sorrentino

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the lab
not a beaker was burning, nor lid left uncapped.
Our goggles were hung in the cupboard with care
in the hopes that St Mendeleev soon would be there.

The chemists were nestled, all snug in their coats
going over molecular formula notes.
The Professor in glasses reciting compounds
had just finished jotting the last of them down

when outside the door there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my desk to see – what was the matter?
We raced down the hallway in a quantum-like flash
dodging the test tubes and measuring flasks.

The light of the fluorescent tubes up above
gave a lustre as bright as my chemical gloves
when what, to my wandering eyes, should appear
but a Chemist with Eight Elemental Reindeer!

Faster than light, these elements came.
He whistled and shouted and called them by name:

“Now Bismuth! Now Carbon! Now Krypton and Bromine!
On Copper! On Cobalt! On Xenon and Fluorine!
From out of the hallway and into the class
they formed an unusual luminous gas.

Like heat that emerges within a reaction
their atoms were striving for more interaction.
So off with their lids, the elements flew
with a gift for the lab, and St Mendeleev too.

And then in a startle, I heard from the hall
the clinking of pipettes and glass-mixing rods.
As I drew in my head and was turning to look
St Dmitri appeared with his chemistry book.

He was dressed all in white, from his head to his foot
but his coat was all tarnished with ashes and soot.
With a bundle of research files flung on his back
he looked like a student who’s ready for class.

His eyes – how they peered – as he looked all around.
His cheeks – were as pink as a Lithium compound.
Through the beard on his chin, in Titanium white
the smirk on his face conveyed utter delight.

The stub of his pencil, he held in his hand
as a sign of a very intelligent man.
And with it, he granted us wisdom and knowledge
which quickly began to envelop the college.

He spoke of a dream where elements took structure
like a symphony of atoms, and he, the conductor.
When arranged on the table in front of us all
he gave us a wink, then was gone from the hall.

He went in a flash as he called for his Elements.
Away they all flew in a cloud of intelligence.
But I heard him yell out – before fading away …

“HAPPY RESEARCH and to all, a good day!”

Your SPACE Poems 2017

Celebrating World Space Week (October 4-10):

A Journey in Space  by Frances
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

I have a dream to go to space
because space is an amazing place.
In space, stars shine like little lights.
I’d love to touch their mighty heights.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four …
We’re going to leave this Earthly floor.
Three-two-one, we’re blasting off.
We’re going to space!  It could be tough.

Flying through Earth’s thin atmosphere
we’re finally in space – we’re finally here!
Looking back, what do I see?
Mercury, Venus and Sun face me.

Moving on to miraculous Mars,
zoom and see a heap of stars.
Flying into the Asteroid Belt …
mind those little rocks don’t pelt.

Flying through the asteroids
each one’s a challenge to avoid.
I see the king of the Milky Way
where Jupiter’s colours swirl and sway.

Saturn’s beautiful rings of ice
can freeze us all in just a trice.
Next we fly past Uranus
then Neptune, blue and serious.

And now it’s time to go back home
as I need to search on Google Chrome.
I must find out about all space.
Yes space, the most amazing place.


Our Solar System  by Annabelle
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

There I travel, it’s awfully dark.
Then I see a great gleaming spark.
Our Sun’s a bright  star, I should say
as I continue to lead the way.

Mercury’s circling close to the Sun.
I wouldn’t believe it could be much fun.
What traps heat, has thick clouds and hot base?
Venus!  The second planet in space.

Earth has nature, life and seas
and hasn’t gone past fifty-eight degrees.
Maybe there’s water, maybe there’s not.
Mars is mostly red dust and rock.

With swirls and twirls, what’s far from small?
Jupiter, Yes!  It’s the biggest of all.
That great red spot, a perpetual storm.
If you go in there, you will get torn.

Swirling gases and liquid patterns
make their home on gas giant Saturn.
Bits of ice scattered in Saturn’s rings.
Too cold for a penguin, even with wings.

Uranus ice giant, seventh from the Sun.
It also has rings: seventeen not one.
Neptune is such a beautiful blue
like a splendid sea and a cosmic zoo.

My journey has sadly come to an end.
But now I get to see my friend.
There is one space feature I did not list.
A super-special, sparkling bliss.

Our star is extremely hot indeed
turning and burning at very high speed.
One last glimpse into great bit space.
Oh what a beautiful marvellous place!


Overpowering Space  by Paloma
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

Planets floating in space
Responding to gravity’s reach
The Sun controlling every movement
Freedom is no longer available in space.

Do we all dance to the Sun’s command?

Mars, Saturn, Jupiter
Pluto, Neptune, Venus
Mercury, Earth, Uranus

Moons pulled by their planets
Some forced to follow their ruler
Scattered with hollows and craters
Unique landscapes with every turn

Rings, mountains, gas
Volcanoes, canyons, ice caps
Soil, desert, seas and lakes

Satellites uncovering secrets
Asteroids making their mark
Before their time comes to an end
This is what we call the overpowering space.


Moody Venus  by Seby
Trinity Anglican School – White Rock

The second planet from the Sun
spins so slowly, never done
covered in clouds of white and brown
like Goddess Venus wearing a gown.

Underneath her fluffy clouds
she’s hiding many muddy mounds.
Rain-clouds drop burning sulphuric acid.
Venus is never peacefully placid!


A Date with the Sun  by Shamna
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

Space has so many glistening stars.
From Earth, they are extremely far.

Our Sun is one of these fiery spheres
with fuel to last five billion years.

Then our Sun will explode one day …
probably on the second of May.


Adventures in Space  by Andrew
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

Space is an awesome place.
I couldn’t say it’s a place I’d embrace.
The hottest sphere is the starry Sun
and I know our System only has one.

The closest planet to Earth is Mars
shining red against the stars.
With further to travel, Mars appears
to orbit our Sun in two Earth years …

while sunbeams shoot like giant swords.
Can they stop us from getting bored?


Wonders of Space  by Georgia
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

The mountains of Pluto are cold.
To climb them, you’d need to be bold.
Poor Pluto’s too small
and not very tall
rejected as planet we’re told.

The Sun is extremely hot.
It orbits our planet  –  NOT!
Let’s fly to the Sun
it will be lots of fun
and remember the course we’re to plot.

Uranus rolls on a tilt.
So cold, it would make the plants wilt.
Such icy-cold air
in its thick gassy layer
you’ll need a ten thousand mile kilt.

Saturn has more than one ring.
Perhaps it has more than one king!
Saturn’s quite big
made of gas you can’t dig
but kings will love beautiful bling.

Jupiter has swirling storms
though its surface is not very warm.
How to inform us
this planet’s enormous?
You’ll have to wait ten hours ’til dawn.

Venus glows bright in the night
and still shines in dawn’s early light.
She looks like a star
as from Earth, it’s not far.
Our neighbour’s a sparkling sight.

Earth is third from the superb Sun.
Our home – it’s fantastically fun.
With hot and cold water
for summer and winter.
And now my space poem is done!


Dark-Dark Space  by Sean
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

The Sun is so hot
like a big round pot.
It’s a fiery ball
getting ready to fall.
It’s incredibly bright
giving Earth lots of light.

While dark-dark space
is the blackest place
it’s scattered with stars
and planets like Mars.
Our Sun has eight planets
and four contain granite.

Mercury: closest one
orbiting round our Sun.
One side’s too hot
while the other is not.
We know it is there
but it hides in Sun’s glare.

Venus: a guiding light
close to Earth, seems so bright.
Planet of pock-marked rock
pounded by meteor knocks.
Clouds hide her bumpy ground
while Venus spins around.

Earth is a place with life
where man can have a wife.
Thirty percent is land
five percent’s made of sand.
Earth’s liquid water
helps make it less hotter.

Mars is a rusty red
just like my old bed-spread.
Famed for its volcano
largest of all we know.
Plus, there’s two tiny moons
Man hopes to visit soon!


Our Terrestrial Planets  by Daniel
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

Planet Mercury: the closest one
to our luminous life-giving Sun
can be so cold and really hot.
It’s the smallest planet of the lot.

Whose day is bigger than its year?
Whose atmosphere is never clear?
A neighbour, shining in the night.
Watch as Venus takes her flight.

The Earth is twenty-nine percent land
when from a satellite it’s scanned.
It’s the only one of which we know
where life and people live and grow.

Mars is the second smallest planet
of the terrestrials made of granite.
The outermost and furthest one
orbiting round our big red Sun.


Counting the Gassy Giant Planets  by Brant
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

Jupiter: fifth away from the Sun
the Solar System’s largest one.
Jupiter has three  rings of dust
plus clouds of yellow, brown, white and rust.

Saturn is sixth away from our star
with thousands of icy rings stretching far.
Saturn has lots of hydrogen gas
but not much helium – alas.

Seventh: Uranus spins on its side
and has a rocky core inside.
Its atmosphere is quite extreme.
Landing a space craft would NOT be a dream!

Eighth, blue Neptune has six faint rings
made of gas and dust and things.
Its winds are nine-times stronger than Earth’s.
But what’s the point … if there is no surf?


Space Dots and Spots  by Aiden
Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

Jupiter has a gassy red spot
but from Earth it only looks like a dot.
The biggest planet to orbit the Sun,
if size was a contest, Jupiter’s won!

Neptune’s moons are extremely cold.
Thirteen are tiny; bit Triton is bold.
Neptune’s winds are chilly and high.
They’d blow your skin off and then you’d die.

The Sun is so dazzlingly bright and hot.
After you looked, you’d see only dots!
The Sun is our giant, life-giving ball.
One day it will die and all life will fall.

Down here on Earth, if you look to the sky,
you might see two pretty doves flying by.
But if you were floating around in space
you might see two meteors having a race.


Circling Our Solar System  by Xavier
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

Lost in space, looking for Mars
I’m dizzy from seeing millions of stars!

Dwarf planet Pluto’s orbit runs far
as it takes it away from our central star.

Makemake in the Kuiper Belt
is hanging around where Pluto dwelt.

Neptune was named as the god of the sea.
We’ll find other god names in planets we see.

His brother Uranus orbits close by.
This planet was named as the god of the sky.

Saturn’s ice rings are shining bright.
Its sixty-two moons dance to the right.

Jupiter harbours a big red dot
which we’ve no idea how it got!

Ceres is found in the Asteroid Belt
being bumped around at quite a pelt.

Venus is called our evening star.
The steamiest hottest planet by far.

The green and blue planet Earth is our home
where millions of creatures are free to roam.

Mercury circles close to the Sun
which means it has not water that runs.

This brings us down to the final one.
The hear of our Solar System – the Sun!

SHE is the reason why we are here.
Let’s hope our Sun doesn’t disappear.


The Dwarf Planet Pluto  by Tilleah
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

I think that’s planet Pluto!
Pluto’s very small, so …

does it orbit round our Sun
or does it orbit another one?

I wonder if we’ll ever know
if we were wrong about Pluto.

There’s lots of dwarfs, just like you.
Smaller planets just like you

whose orbits go so very slow
far away from Sun’s warm glow.


Spacey Science  by Emily
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

Let’s go to see some gassy giants19 Spacey Science
and learn a little spacey science.
Jupiter has a cool red dot.
A pretty stormy Earth-sized spot.

Saturn has some icy rings
like harp-strings singing to a king.
Blue Neptune doesn’t have a tune
but cares for fourteen tiny moons.


The Solar System  by Giaan
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

Let’s travel through our Solar System18 Solar System Giaan Clipart
taking off like a powerful piston.
First let’s travel to the Sun
a star with lots of helium.
The Sun sparks up so burning bright
it’s like a giant electric light.

Next let’s pass the rocky planets.
All of them contain some granite.
Earth is where we love to live.
It’s where we all can eat and give.
Mercury, Venus were first on our list
but I like Mars the last one best.

Let’s go to the planet that has a big ring.
That gassy wonder is truly king.
First we’ll fly past Jupiter
and hope we don’t get stupider.
Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune
are all like gassy balloon cartoons.

Now let’s talk of the Milky Way.
That sweep of stars like a curved highway
with asteroids, comets all zooming above.
But the Milky Way is the one I love.
And here we are, one in a million
or maybe even a billion trillion.


Singing Rings  by Ella
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

Our Solar System everyone loves17 Singing Rings Clipart
with its planets and asteroids circling above.
Mars is known as the rusty red planet
and just like Earth, it is full of granite.

Wonderful Jupiter has faint rings
but sadly those rings don’t seem to sing.
The Sun is our star and brightest of all.
At the end of the day, did you see it fall?


Galaxy Wisdom  by Abbey
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

There are many Solar Systems around16 Galaxy Wisdom satellite image Clipart
some are big, others small and round.
The Milky Way is our galaxy space
where planets never stay in one place.

Our shiny Sun might be amusing
but its solar flares are very confusing.
Beyond our bright blue atmosphere
they can damage satellites every year.

The outer gas planets are really massive
and bloated by their mix of gases.
Earth is small but far more dense.
Our rocky planets make much more sense.

Dwarf planets might be super-small
(just like my friend who’s not very tall).
There’s five dwarf planets in our system
but they’ll soon find more – if you want my wisdom!


Saga of a Solar System Space-probe  by William
(Trinity Anglican School – White Rock)

Blasting off from our homeland Earth15 Saga of a Solar System Space Probe
Out to look for some brand new turf.
Passing by the red planet Mars
Out towards the unexplored stars.
Past Phobos and Deimos two irregular moons
The most dangerous stage of my voyage is soon.
NASA is happy the trip is a success
Should we travel on further?  The director says “Yes”.
Jupiter’s next, with its swirling storm
The marbled surface is far from warm
Bobbing and weaving and learning their pattern
Out of the Asteroid Belt towards Saturn.
Sampling the gas giant’s rings of dust
Using its gravity, gaining more thrust.
Then off-tilt Uranus, with crystals of ice
Mission Control says “those pictures are nice”.
Most planets are named after gods of Rome.
My journey has taken me far from home.
My mission is over.  I’ve run out of fuel.
Now all this knowledge you’ll learn in school.
Finally, Neptune.  The end of the line.
Since I blasted off, I’ve had a wondrous time!
Down through the atmosphere Crash! Bang! Boom!
Plummeting down to my freezing cold doom.


Your Poems 2017

Our theme for this year’s National Science Week was WATER.  Evie’s poem, accompanied by Dr James R Carter‘s photographs and website link featured in Australian Children’s Poetry.

Ice Flowers by Evie
(Whitfield State School)14 Ice Flower photo by Dr James R Carter

Such complexity and beauty
In a simple form
But only cold conditions:
Winter and Autumn.
The sap in the stem escapes
Thin cracks will form
Then water is drawn
It touches the air
Ice petals will form.
That is how an ice flower is born.

Ravishing and rare
Not found everywhere
Of course green plants can create
Yet also on wood, a fence or a gate
Where water comes through the gate’s pores
The forces push this delicate cause.

So tempting to touch
But wait, don’t rush
Ice flowers will break.
Don’t make the mistake
Instead snap your lens
For the longest keepsake.


Destructive Floods  by Charlie
(Whitfield State School)13 Destructive Floods

Life needs water to survive.
It’s nature’s way to give and provide.
But floods can cause rivers to rise and rise.
Like tears that well-up in our eyes.

Flooding water’s might and power
can crush us like a flimsy flower
and cut its way through rocky land.
Beware flood’s harsh destructive hand.

But floods can have a positive side.
Spreading water far and wide.
Giving plants a long life-span.
Helping heal the dried-up land.


Water Worldwide  by Jonathon
(Whitfield State School)

Cascading into Consciousness by Sharon Davson

Cascading into Consciousness by Sharon Davson


Water glistens, shiny and clear.
From every stream runs Earth’s long tear.
Its floods can cause a lot of strife
and yet it is the gift of life.



Water problems happen worldwide.
With too much water many have died.
With too little water; nothing lives.
So water takes and water gives.


Dripping Icicles  by Jimin
(Whitfield State School)11 Dripping Icicles


Icicles shimmering, clear and cold.
Icicles glistening, standing out bold.
They hang in all sizes from short and long.
Brittle and fragile, but also strong.


When icicles melt, then puddles will form
when winter is done and the weather turns warm.
Dripping in rhythms and plopping in rhyme
they’ll come back again … another time!


Dewy Dewy Droplets  by Coby10 Dewy Dewy Droplets
(Whitfield State School)

Dewy, dewy droplets
sitting on my chair
condensing little water bubbles
from the humid air.

Shiny, dewy droplets
catch the morning sun
scattering sunshine everywhere
from each and every one.

Dewy, dewy droplets
cold upon my feet
trickling into water streams
from my body heat.

Diamond, dewy droplets
on a spider’s thread
strung in tiny teardrop shapes
spread rainbows on my bed.


Fragile Icicle Flowers  by Hannah
(Whitfield State School)Ice Flower design

Ice Flowers made of H2O
don’t need the Sun for them to grow.
Ice Flowers form at the base of some plants.
It seems they appear simply by chance.

When soil is moist and night air cold
capillary action takes a hold.
As water rises from the earth
it freezes, making flowers birth.

Ice Flowers are shining bright
as the mystical moon casts its light.
Each tiny icicle curves and squiggles,
creating those flowery waves and wiggles.


Winter Wonders  by Hannah8 Winter Wonders
(Whitfield State School)

Up you look, up you look.
Identical icicles all in a row,
Watch them melt.

Down you look, down you look.
See super shimmering shiny snow,
All around.

Six-sided crystals in H2O
Where white winter wonders
Feel “Ho! Ho! Ho!”


A Solution for Life  by Sukarma Rani Thareja & Celia Berrell

I am water.7 A Solution for life
I am in your cells.
I am your friend, not your enemy.

Two hydrogen atoms
and one oxygen atom
make up my molecule.

Two hydrogen bonds between molecules
are my special feature,
benefitting all life’s future.

Though I can be recycled,
you pollute me faster than
I can be cleaned by nature.

In my purest form
I deliver health and happiness
to humans, animals and plants.

But unclean water
delivers death and sickness
with no choices; without exceptions.

So please save me from pollution.
My gift is then life.
The best possible solution.


Be Like Water  by Moona Perrotin

Water flows, it dissolves and lubricates.Be Like Water small
Water holds the world together in a cycle
of rain, ice, snow and river flow.

As mist it rises, as fog it conceals.
It can form clouds and rain down
gathering in streams that flow into the sea.

Lakes create abundance via edges of reeds.
Muddy ground brings forth fish, tadpoles
and insects that feed the birds.

Lake water seeps into the surrounding land.
Creating fertile ground and attracting animals
to drink from the same water source.

Water can bring peace, or be reason for war.
Water reflects the heavens or is tumultuous
like hell.  Water is life-giver.

When too hot the sun shines
water is versatile.
Be like water, alive!


David J Delaney has published four poetry books and has been published worldwide.  He loves travelling around Australia, sharing his enthusiasm for the country’s landscapes in verse. He has also gained significant recognition for his pieces about War Veterans.

Ocean Life  by David J Delaney

Cooling breezes whisper5 Ocean Life
rustling leaves that talk
weathered trees of history
where crustaceans walk

Crystal ocean rolling
shades of blue and green
vibrant coral colours
paint a living scene

Mother Ocean’s stories
moonlight shadows swell
gentle waves are speaking
hidden tales they tell

Vessels, rocking, thrashing
stronger winds now wail
heaving closer daily
ancient people sail

Virgin sands they’re walking
in this morning dew
feasting seafood’s freshness
toasting life anew.


Kristin Martin writes funny poems for children.  When she heard we were seeking science poems about water, she kindly offered to share her poem about the Water Cycle.

A Water Drop’s Adventure  by Kristin Martin

I’d like to be a water drop4 Lizard Clouds
that’s what I’d like to be.
I’d float with other water drops
out in the wide blue sea.

Until, one warm and sunny day
I’d rise into the sky.
You might say I’d evaporate
but I’d say, I would fly.

I’d fly with other water drops;
we’d soar in bath-warm air.
But soon we’d cool, and we’d condense.
So what?  I wouldn’t care.

I’d be together with my friends.
We’d be a big white cloud!
We’d look majestic in the sky.
I’m sure I would feel proud.

The wind would push us tenderly
across the sea to land.
I’d watch the water far below
lap gently on the sand.

But soon we’d reach the mountain range
and float up far too high.
The air would grow too cold for clouds!
We’d have to say goodbye.

Our cloud would have to break apart.
Each drop would meet their fate.
You’d either say we’d fall as rain
or we’d precipitate.

Once on the ground I’d trickle down
until I found a creek.
That creek would carry me towards
the bottom of a peak.

Our creek would merge with other creeks:
a river we would be.
I’d float with other water drops
out in the wide blue sea.

My journey would be at an end
I’d be where I’d begun.
But I could do it all again!
Now wouldn’t that be fun?


Reinhold Mangundu is an environmental activist in Namibia and youth advocate.

Mother Earth  by Reinhold Mangundu

Green and gorgeous, healthy and pretty3 Mother Earth
loving and caring, she made us happy.
Pittering-patter, fell rain on leaves.
Green and bushy the grateful trees.
Flipping their wings, birds sing their salvation
to Mother Earth, the best creation.

Now hold her close
and share your connection.