By Brendan (Year 1, Mitcham Primary School)Spring
making, doing, frying
good, loved, kind, happy
By Taya (Year 3, St Peter's Anglican College - Broulee)Magpies are fierce, they swoop
And they are black and white
Greeting in the morning with a beautiful song
Protective of their nests
By Seamus (Year 3, Fitzroy North Primary School)The cold blanket of night drifted down as the sorrowful creatures scuttled into their burrows
but they couldn’t escape the endless pitter patter of the rain
pitter patter pitter patter it said
The wild ocean
By Timana. (Year 5, St Patrick's Primary School)The ocean full of life the water shines
As the waves clash,
Meeting the shore, scaring the birds,
That flee from the sand.
By Bailey (Year 5, Riverton Primary School)He swims underwater,
Searching for food.
Watching out for others,
Growling when he’s in a mood.
Where the Firefly flies
By Nikolai (Year 5, Carlisle Primary School)Flickering
and glowing, a firefly
is carried in a gust of wind,
weak and weary, blown through ages,
By Anna (Year 5, Ross Park Primary School)The short white and red mushrooms
The most enchanting sight in the dark bushy forest
The beautiful fungi lures you in with its mystical spots
It calls you to clasp its pale sturdy stalk
By Ponyo (Year 6, Rainbow Ridge School for Steiner Education)The white doe prances
through the undergrowth.
To her mum,
so sad is she,
Moonlight Through the Ocean
By Fateh (Year 4, Bowen Road Primary School)The moonlight
On the clear ocean,
The waves crash
Onto sharp rocks.
By Zoey (Year 6, Korowa Anglican Girls' School)The summer moon floats in the sky,
long grass rustles and a shadow cries.
Squawk, a flurry of feathers unseen,
there goes the phantom, speckled black and green.
Christmas Island Frigatebird
By Kathryn (Teacher, Christmas Island District High School)The broad lapels of his wings
t i l t g l i d e s o a r
polishing the ripples of parquetry.
He dances a slow zephyr waltz
By Oliver (Year 3, St Joseph's Primary School, Hawthorn)The birds are tweeting! Cubs are being born!
Mother birds are feeding their babies.
As the breeze is blowing all the leaves around,
Birds are collecting them to make nests ready for spring.
By Tyson (Year 8, Central Coast Sports College)I feel the sun beaming down on me,
It makes me feel free,
The waves are crashing down,
The people can hear them from downtown,
By Musa (Year 6, Christmas Island District High School)Booby birds battling for the best mate,
Staring at its prey with its beady eyes,
Flashing while catching fish with its sharp beak splash splash,
Summer Season Is Coming
By Paige (Year 6, Riverton Primary School)I feel the blazing, hot sun burning against my skin.
I feel hot, dry air blowing intensely in my ears.
I feel sweat dripping and dribbling down my back.
I feel the warm summer night surrounding me.
By Jasmine (Year 6, Ross Park Primary School)Fire, it swarms around me.
There is no way of stopping it.
It's as though I'm trapped in an oven.
The air is slowly stolen from my lungs.
By Millie (Year 7, St Francis De Sales Catholic College)Nothing can compare to walking
Through a meadow of smiling sunflowers
Their warm beauty falls upon my face
The glow bounces off the vibrant yellow
By Isabelle (Year 8, Christian College Highton)Flowers, oh how pretty they are, oh how nice they smell, the colours so bright, the smells so pungent, but from the death we have given the flowers, the colour is dull, the smell is dull, no more bright colours, no more pungent smells, if anything it smells like death, ugly and smelly, I can’t remember the last time I smelt a fresh flower, or saw …
Fragile Forty-Spotted Pardalote
By Lola (Year 10, St Michael's Collegiate School)I live on the beautiful Maria Island with my fellow Pardalote friends
All day I look amongst the Manna gum trees to the ground; many children are running around
They giggle as they hide behind bushes as one seeks around
Human food smells waft through the air, it stings my senses
The Gouldian Finch
By Zachary (Year 6, Our Lady of the Rosary Primary School)The glistening light in the sky shines
On the Gouldian Finch, the sun shines
Through the trees bouncing off my skin.
As I seek for the Gouldian Finch the radiant