Showing posts with label Australian Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Australian Poem. Show all posts

Monday, 27 April 2020

There's a Party at the Pond



There’s a natural little spring at the end of my street
Where I often love to wander and have a little peep

There’s a party at the pond, it happens all the time
When heavy rains subside and the sun begins to shine.

Common birdlife flock to this outdoor cabaret
Striking up a chorus, in celebration for this day.

Magpies alert the others in warbling chit and chatter
Crows respond by cawing, they understand the natter.

News is screeched by Cockatoos to parrots and galahs.
Butcherbirds and Honeyeaters sing their la la la’s

Black ducks gladly quacking and waddle in their cluster
Distinguished collared Shel ducks, honk to join the muster

Tweeting sounds of Silvereyes fetch a softer voice
Ibis step with elegance, partaking with rejoice.

Frogs croaking loudly, in hope of attracting a mate
Oblong Turtles pop their heads, hoping they’re not late

Forget about rehearsal, at this pond’s great event
Wildlife needs no practice, they sing with true intent

A smorgasbord of beetles and insects is in sight
The birds alert each other, sharing nature’s delight.

Worms commence to surface from sodden muddy ground
Grass is moist and juicy where morsels can be found

Sustenance aplenty, thanks to heaven’s skies
Providing native fauna with nourishing supplies

There’s a party at the pond, it happens all the time
When heavy rains subside and the sun begins to shine.



Monday, 13 January 2020

The Volunteer Firefighter

I'd like to share this poem I wrote out of respect and appreciation for all our volunteer firefighters.
All the men and women who risk their lives and give tirelessly to protect our beautiful country Australia.


Australia is at war with bloody red flames
burning our land until charcoal remains

Volunteer Firefighters, our heroes of hope
Risk their lives through billowing smoke

Through the crackling intensity and dreadful smell
Their eyes are straining as they push through hell

Pausing momentarily and gazing around
Seeing wildlife perishing – ash to the ground

Thirsty and shocked animals whimper with pain
They know our fauna will never be the same


The fighters may grab their water to share
with a wounded koala in a state of despair

Shattered, the fighter stares up in vain
Willing the heavens to send down rain

Though weariness shows on each blackened face
They won’t allow fatigue to slow down their pace

Julie Annette King

Monday, 9 July 2018

The Eucalyptus Tree


I lay beneath your canopy admiring your silvery leaves
Before a wash of sky, I rest in spellbound ease

Your foliage so appeasing in shades of blue and green
Diffusing your balmy oils thus palliative and serene

Supplying me with oxygen, guarding my precious wealth

You shed your outer ribbons of bark in summer each year
Revealing a radiant surface so colourful, smooth and sheer


Fundamentally affording Koalas substantial, nourishing feed
Generously protecting wildlife, providing homes and seed

Native flowers ooze nectar, attracting swarms of bees
Birds peck at gumnut pits, devour them easy as peas

So grounded and assured as your roots do fondly creep
Embracing Mother Earth connected, strong and deep


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