Tossing and turning, rolling around
Tomorrow’s worries on my mind
Reading my book then lights out
Silent prayers thought about
Pulling up covers
Snuggly and warm
Relaxing
Dreamy
Sleep

Bedtime by Linda Davidson

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I climb the stairs and zip down the slide,
I’m racing round the playground.
Hanging from bars and jumping on rocks,
laughing so loud on the merry-go-round.
And when I get my turn on the swing,
I’ll never get off, not ever.
Not even if you promise me cake,
I’m going to swing forever!

The Swing is Mine by Sara Patricia Kelly

High in a tree

lived a gigglegum bird —

its noise was the weirdest

you ever heard.

When it was happy

it made a chirp

that sounded like

a thunderous burp.

It scared a crow,

it scared an owl,

it scared a cow

and made it howl.

Kangaroos heard it

and ...

Lifted from a vat of boiling oil,

they’re tossed onto a paper base,

lightly sprinkled now with salt,

with vinegar as well,

my weekend special,

a take-home treat

delicious,

golden

chips.

Friday night special by Jenny Erlanger

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A distant fire sends smoke signals
billowing higher on high.
A haze of soot from burning grass
soon sensed by those nearby.
Flame-tongues slurp-up oxygen,
cackling, crackling in the dry.
Up-wind is where it’s best to flee,
where birds and insects fly.

Smoke Signals by Celia Berrell

Poem inspired by April p...