By Jade (Year 6, Meadows Primary School)I love the poems of Shakespeare,
Which are not to create fear,
It's light and full of love,
Exactly like a dove,
By Dashiell (Year 5, Erskineville Public School)Casuarina towers up in the sky,
An eerie glow, a look of sci fi.
The bulbous spiky seeds rest up in the leaves,
A cannon, ready to fire with a slight breeze.
By Adrienne (Teacher, St. Michael's Collegiate School)At its base, a clasp of bark like a ragged crown
or hula skirt, the trunk a stem polished palest pink.
Straight and strong, limbs like outstretched arms,
thin bark peeling to the colour of mangoes and sand.
By Samuel (Year 4, Wideview Public School)The inflamed air,
From the raging dragon of the Earth.
Shooting different colours!
By Jasmine (Year 5, Thornton Public School)Fire burned in the reflection of his eyes,
He couldn't escape, no one could,
Little koala was in danger and no one was there to help!
A little siren from a long distance away,
By Natalie (Year 5, South Hobart Primary School)Snowflakes slowly sinking into the soft grass,
Kids playing down below,
The sound of axes cutting trees ricocheting through the tough oak pines,
By Emma (Year 6, Brunswick South West Primary School)In the everywhere forest
a gumtree older than time cares for his little gumnuts.
Summer heat turns into autumn warmth
and he knows he has to let go.
The King of the Jungle
By Asliraf (Year 6, Greenacre Public School)You may know me as The Mighty Lion,
While others may know me as beast,
But my true name and one true name alone
Is The King of the Jungle.
By Maxim (Year 5, Shell Cove Public School)Coming to the woods,
Observing rabbits scatter,
To then find new homes.
By Maxwell (Year 3, Strathfield South Public School)Roses are red
Violets are blue
Waves splash and
Birds go doo doo.
Everything Turned to Dust
By Cody (Year 8, Reddam House)Nothing on my mind,
Sunset ghosting my vision
Light escaping through my fingertips
Friends turn to shadows, then dust
By Nikeisha (Year 4, Wallaroo Primary School)Water
Shiny, sparkly water
Waves reflect bright light
Don’t destroy our planet
By Amy (Year 8, Wanneroo Secondary College)Climate change is destroying our beautiful planet
This is becoming a really bad habit
I am very annoyed at all of this
Nobody cares so they just sit
By Hannah (Year 8, Clarence High School)A gentle breeze flutters through leaves.
A warm golden light illuminates the glade.
The open sky turns a light orange, speckled with clouds.
Lush emerald grass sways as the wind nudges it lightly.
The Wattle Corpse
By Ni (Year 9, Mitcham Girls High School)The leaves rustle in the wind, whispering secrets to those who bother to listen.
They tell of a clearing, deep within the forest's heart, where the warm sunlight shines and the dust particles dance like little grey ballerinas in their spotlight of gold.
There lies a serene corpse, flesh all but amanitas and chantrelle.
The life of a young one, dr…
The Gum Tree
By Nixon (Year 5, St Peter's Primary School)Oh remarkable rain,
you fall graciously like the soft snow.
Making my leaves move in the wind and blow.
Radiant, extraordinary, helping me grow,
By Shreya (Year 6, Abbotsleigh)Bouncing like a ball, it swiftly jumps
As it soars through the air, with huge skips
It’s a piece of elastic that bounces, skips and hops
It’s constantly on the move, but when will it stop?
By Odette (Year 8, Burwood Girls High School)I inhale,
this clean grass,
these fresh fumes of the air,
This sound of grumbling pebbles rumbling under my feet
By Margot (Year 6, Abbotsleigh)The water circulates the dam,
Glistening in the sun.
The trees, shrivelled and ancient,
Swaying in the breeze.
By Sean (Year 7, Oxford Falls Grammar School)Wind rustles around my hair, whistling through the canopy of light.
The clearing is small, but is full of joy and though it’s cold, I don’t feel the wind’s bite
Birdsong echoes around the old trees proudly standing as tall as mountains.
I touch the calloused bark of a tall warrior, who is still battling and overcoming the elements