Nature poems

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The Beach

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The beach is like an empty slate
A hungry child
That cannot wait
Eager for the day’s surprises
Feasts of feet, all different sizes
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Squid boats see the day begin
Pumpkin sun
with fiery grin
licks the dunes with orange glow
as I’m poised on tippy-toe
.
Sandy canvass meets the shore
Waits to see
what I will draw
One step, two step round it goes
Swirls with sand between the toes
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Soon, with artists all around
Footsteps flash
across the ground
Squealing children in the sun
Painting patterns as they run
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Time to go it’s getting late
Waving waves
refuse to wait
Slowly, slowly up they creep
Wipe the slate with one clean sweep

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.First published Triple D Books Reciter Series 2007

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Holding Hands

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Crunch. Crunch. Crunch
Sand and broken shells
Fish and chips for lunch
Salt and seaweed smells
.
Swish. Swish. Swish
Lapping on the sand
Chasing silver fish
Holding Daddy’s hand

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Photo by Neil Paskin www.neilpaskin.com

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Canola Fields

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Yellow-brick fields

step between

a landscape painted

bottle green

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Mirrors of gold

reflect the sun

tempting insects

one by one

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Fluorescent splash

a silent wave

like stepping stones

the way is paved

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Petals of yolk

dance in Spring

Should bees go blind

would flowers sing?

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Wildflowers

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I think I saw

A flick

A fleck

A spick

A speck

Of pink

I think
.

Perhaps you mean

You might have seen

A carpet

Coloured

Emerald green

You mean

.

You could be right

I think there might

Be shades

Of green

But in between

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A flick

A fleck

A spick

A speck

A rainbow

Might have been

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The Moon

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There’s a moon

On my walk

At the top of the hill

And it’s perfectly round

And it’s perfectly still

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And it holds

Back the clouds

With its circle of light

And it’s perfectly round

And it’s perfectly bright

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It’s as full

As a hug

And as cool

As a stare

And it’s perfectly round

Even when it’s not there
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First published in The School Magazine – Countdown (April 2006)

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